I took a shower afterward, and had just finished brushing my teeth and taking out my contacts when Calvin said, “There’s… a problem with the bed.”
I fumbled, grabbed my glasses, and put them on as I turned. Calvin was lying on the bed, now in a horizontal position, with his feet hanging over the end. I snorted.
“Sebastian.”
I cleared my throat and climbed onto the bed. I was practically on top of Calvin because there was simply not enough width for two full-grown men to lie on their backs side-by-side. “I don’t think you were their ideal clientele when they were conceptualizing this place.”
Calvin was frowning. He raised his hand and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t laugh.”
“I’mnot.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I know you’re going to.”
I shook my head and managed to mostly swallow a second snort.
“I will spank your ass so hard, you won’t be able to sit comfortably on tomorrow’s flight,” he warned.
“Is that a promise?”
Calvin growled. He held my waist, yanked me closer, and kissed me hard. He slipped his hand underneath the hem of my T-shirt, his fingertips feverish—the whorls of his fingerprints all but burning their pattern into my flesh. He drew one leg up, slid it between mine, and rubbed his thigh against my dick.
I ran my fingers through Calvin’s thick, still-damp hair before giving it a light tug. I asked between kisses, “Is this the honeymoon part of the trip?”
“You better believe it.” Calvin shifted, using his bulk to move me onto my back.
“You don’t want to wait until we’re in Los—oh my God!” I yelped as I’d rolled with Calvin’s motion… then kept rolling right off the side.
Calvin grabbed my bicep and jerked me toward him just before I crashed to the floor. He pressed me against his body, muttering, “This pod is like trying to fuck in an obstacle course.”
“I’m not all that limber, plus I failed gym class in high school,” I said, tilting my head in order to meet Calvin’s eyes. “Let’s hold off until we have considerable more real estate to roll around on.”
