“I love it when you use your evil for good.”
“All my evil is for good.”
“At least you stopped fondling my ass so I can play golf.”
“Keep it up and the next time we go out I’ll buy some underwear and some thick-ass pants so no one can tell what’s going on with my dick.”
“Pyx, please don’t talk about your dick in public.”
“Why not, Gramlithyn, does it bother you?”
“I have enough trouble not thinking about it without you mentioning it. Don’t encourage my hormones.”
“But how can I get you to play with my dick if I don’t tease or flirt?”
Gramlithyn whiffed his shot completely and stared at Pyxlevir balefully. “Keep it up and you’ll have my hand in your silk pants in about five seconds. We’ll both get arrested for public indecency.”
With a malevolent chortle, Pyxlevir grinned and took advantage of Gramlithyn’s bent stance to brush their lips together. “When you say it like that, a part of me thinks getting arrested doesn’t sound like the worst thing ever.”
“I was going to suggest another date for tomorrow night, but now I’m scared of you.”
“How about a movie in my bedroom?”
“Movie in the living room. Roommates present though.”
Since Pyxlevir wasn’t opposed to staying up after their roommates went to bed for at least a few minutes of kissing Gramlithyn, he nodded. “Sounds like a fantastic way to spend a Saturday night.”
“Despite your illegal tactics, this has been fun too.”
“I’ve never been happier about losing anything.”
“Good, because there’s no way you’re catching up now.”
It was true; they were nearly done, and Pyxlevir had to hope for Gramlithyn’s ball to splinter into a dozen pieces to get a chance to complete, but it didn’t matter. Pyxlevir was there to be with Gramlithyn, and he was enjoying every minute with the handsome hybrid.
Chapter 24
It was foolish, but Gramlithyn was surprised by the ease with which he was falling into friendship with Pyxlevir again. The sense of awkwardness that had wrapped around him since his arrival in Vegas had dissipated thanks to some shared lunches, chaste kisses, warm hugs, and a date on a themed golf course. Both man and zebra were ecstatic and immensely grateful for the second chance.
Their relationship wasn’t fully reminiscent of their childhood. Gramlithyn supposed that was due to the attraction sizzling between them. Although Gramlithyn was hard on himself, he wasn’t obtuse, and Pyxlevir’s flirting appeared genuine. Pyxlevir didn’t merely react to Gramlithyn’s bumbled attempts at romance but eagerly sought opportunities to be the aggressor as well.
That meant Gramlithyn was jerking off with abandon the minute he closed himself into his room each night. No question whose name was on his mind as he stroked himself to completion. Even when Gramlithyn was miserable and convinced his matebond was determined to be demonically separated, Pyxlevir had remained the sexiest man alive to him.
“Daydreaming?” Pyxlevir asked as he reached in front of Gramlithyn to grab glasses from the dinner they’d finished with their roommates off the table.
“Just thinking about a beautiful elf with five shiny rings on his toes.”
“What a strange coincidence,” Pyxlevir exclaimed. “I have five on my feet.”
“Weird, I wonder if you know each other.”
Pyxlevir chuckled and headed for the kitchen. For a man a couple of inches above five feet, Pyxlevir moved like lightning. Gramlithyn plucked the last dishes off the table and followed the elf to the dishwasher.
“What are you up to tonight?” Dasan asked Gramlithyn as he helped himself to a beer.
“Pyx and I thought we could all watch a movie tonight,” Gramlithyn suggested.
“That sounds like fun, but Cris and I already promised Dasan we’d play that video game with him,” Colburn said.
