“Going up.” Billy would hoist him into the air so he could put the glasses up high, “Going down,” and then set him back on his feet, like Tom Alan did with Erika when they skated.
“I’ll have to ask Skater Boy’s permission on that one,” Milo said.
“Eh. Some people don’t even consider it sex.”
“Things are backing up here, Bill.” Tom Alan got three plates ahead while Milo was in the air. “You’re slacking off.”
“Now there’s something we could all do together.”
“No more of that. Tom’s getting mad. On it, Tom!” A hard snap of the dishtowel against Tom Alan’s ass rang out. Retaliation was a white foam facial flung off his fingertips aimed at both Billy and Milo. Sitting there watching it all, Erika was also getting wet.
Billy departed for the night offering two kisses at the door, one to Et
