He presses his lips together, biting back a smile. I pull down the scarf, running a finger over the hickey, and goosebumps appear on his skin. And maybe I don’t hate seeing it there. The hickey. I think it suits him. And I don’t know why.
“Looks a little uneven, you know. Might need to balance it out.”
He shakes his head. “Asshole.”
I went home after work. Threw a couple of punches on the punching bag in the basement before I took a shower and went back to Seth’s.
When I walk through the door, Seth’s hidden halfway inside the closet in the hallway, ass in the air. There’re clothes scattered everywhere. I knew he had a lot of clothes, but the sheer number of garments laying around shocks me. But it’s the box labeledAnal toysthat catches my eye.
Interesting.Might have to check that one out later.
“What are you doing?”
“I was… fucking… fucking… ‘cause… packed shit!” is all I hear.
“What?”
He peeks his head out, scowling. His cheeks are a little flushed, and his hair mussed up. It’s starting to get longer, his hair. I don’t think he’s cutting as short as he used to. I think it suits him.
“I said, I was trying to find my fucking ski-pants, but I can’t find a fucking thing in here, ‘cause it’s fucking packed with shit!” he snaps.
I cross my arms, lean against the wall, biting back a laugh.
“Mm-hm,” I nod. Thinking about telling him to clear out some shit, but I know better.
“Shut up!”
I snort. “I didn’t say anything?”
“I’m not clearing out my clothes.”
“I wasn’t gonna say that.”
“Yeah, you were, you big dick!” He stands, and that’s when I clock his pants. Black tight jeans. They fit him like a fucking glove.
I think it’s the same pair that he wore that day, when he basically freaked out when I got here. I push myself off the wall, grab his arm and turn him around. Yep! Those are the ones. His ass looks fucking amazing in these. He should wear them more often.
Or maybe not, because they make my hands itch with how badly I want to take them off him. Fuck, I know what that ass feels like. Under my hands, and with my—
“Kaden?”
I whip my head up. “Huh?”
“I said, what are you doing?” He shakes his head, a small frown between his brows.
“Nothing. I was just—” I turn him around again, biting my lip as I palm his ass. Squeezing his cheeks, and take a step forward. I rest my chin on his shoulder, and fuck! He’s wearing that face cream thing again. My dick immediately perks up. I press my nose to his neck, inhaling deeply, and squeeze his ass again.
“Fuck, Seth,” I mumble. “You’re killing me. Do you know how fucking hot you look in these jeans?”
“Oh, I forgot I was wearing them,” he says, voice low before he turns around, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Do you really mean that?”
“Are you serious? Have you seen this ass?” I snort, squeezing his cheeks again. He lets out a small chuckle, before he leansforwards and kisses me. Slowly, more grazing his open mouth over mine, kissing the corner of my lips, and smiles while pushing his hands through my hair.
When we pull back, he looks at me with that lopsided smile that makes his dimple appear. I press my thumb to it, and there’s a stupid grin on my face that I don’t really recognize. Like a stupid cartoon character. I don’t know.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” I ask as he goes back to deal with the clothes situation.
“I was gonna watch a movie.”
