“You’re sure you’re up for this,” Russ asked as they stood in Jake’s bedroom, an hour after they’d finished supper. In the interim they’d watched a comedy but neither of their minds was on what was happening, as evidenced by the fact they spent more time glancing at each other than looking at the television.
“You did not go there,” Jake replied, obviously trying not to laugh—and failing.
It took Russ a moment to get why he said that. Then he was laughing, too. “You, sir, have a dirty mind.”
“You’re just now noticing?” Jake stepped closer in order to unbutton Russ’s shirt. His was already off. “I’m impatient,” he’d said when Russ complained he’d wanted to undress him. “It’s been too long.”
Russ couldn’t argue with that. It seemed like forever since they’d last had s*x; although when he
