Chapter 5Roy
Roy woke up early.
As usual, it was due to Cato, although this time was different from the previous times because Cato was draped heavily over him.
Actually, that had happened once before, but tequila had been involved and Cato had been wearing more.
Cato had gotten hard against him that time, too. But he had rolled out of bed at dawn to crawl to the bathroom, then back to his own room, and neither of them had ever brought it up. Possibly Cato didn’t remember.
This time, Cato snuggled closer, sighing into Roy’s neck as he settled against him.
Poor Cato. He was probably exhausted from the stress of worrying about his family. Roy was certain Cato wasn’t used to being responsible for anything; he couldn’t manage being responsible for himself on an hourly basis. Roy wondered
