“Thanks,” the guy muttered. When Wes reached for the bag, the guy relinquished it, then he tripped over his own feet as he turned and stumbled down the stairs two at a time, eager to leave.
Nathan shut the door behind them and laughed. “You’d think he’d never seen a hard d**k before,” he said, cupping his erection and squeezing to keep it up. “You really hungry? Or can we get back to where we were before we eat?”
“Lock the door.” Before he could, Wes reached past Nathan and locked it himself. “God, can you imagine if he just busts up in here without knocking?”
Nathan didn’t have to ask who he meant. Wrapping an arm around Wes’s shoulders, he tried to rub some warmth into Wes’s cool skin. “I hate him,” he announced. “I hope he shows up here. I’ll kick his f*****g ass.”
“Nathan,” Wes
