Yannis leaned over the back of the sofa and Daz tipped his head back for a kiss.
“See you later.”
“Stay safe. And bring me back some samosas!” Daz yelled after him, and the front door slammed on a laugh.
Immediately, the TV came on.
Stefan watched as Daz channel-surfed, knowing the signs by now. The slouched, open-kneed posture. The fact he was wearing his worn jogging bottoms. The speed with which he flicked past the sports channels without even pausing to see which matches were being shown on the highlights.
And the sudden slowness, as they approached the late night viewing.
Stefan shifted onto his knees hopefully. Maybe now Yannis had gone out for the evening, and Daz obviously wanted to f**k at least his hand…
He settled on a channel. Lesbian porn. Daz pushed a hand down his jog
