“Good thing I got some high factor sunscreen the other day,” Calvin said, coming back into the kitchen where Brock was leaning against the counter, finishing his cup of coffee. “You’re blond and light-skinned; you need to look after your skin.”
“Uh huh.” Brock yawned. He wondered if there was any more coffee.
“I’m serious. It’s the only skin you’re going to get.”
Brock shook his head. This was more of the same from when Calvin had thought he had skin cancer.
“Want me to put it on, or can you manage?”
Brock smirked. “Which would you rather do?” He knew which he’d prefer.
“I’d rather you let the crew do all the work while I take you back to bed and love on you all morning.”
Brock chuckled. “Then what would we do in the afternoon?”
“You could love on me.” Calvin popped the cap on
