“Considerate of you.”
“Not really,” I admitted, reaching back to push my fingers through his wet hair.“If you insist on sitting in the corner every time, it’s going to get lonely in bed.Regardless of which bed I end up in.”
“Handsome, a great fuck, and wise with it.I really did get lucky, didn’t I.”
I laughed.His flattery was heavy-handed, but I couldn’t say I disliked it.There was, at least, a sense that Flynn wasn’t just saying all this in order to get into my pants.That put him well ahead of most of the guys I’d spent time with over the past decade.
“I do have one request,” I told him.“We should film it sometime.”
It was almost frictionless, thanks to the sheen of soap and the running water, his hand’s slide down to my crotch.Fingers gripping the base of my hard cock and wagging it, pointedly.“Are you telling me you want to watch?”
I tugged his hair, just enough for punctuation.“You of all people should understand the appeal.”
Flynn chuckled.“And we already know you enjoy putting on a show.”
His hand slipped further down, stroking me properly now.I let my head tip back against Flynn’s shoulder, my eyes closed against the spray.
“I’d better practice my dialog, then,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear.“Please, daddy, my boypussy is too tight.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”It was hard to hide my smile.“I think I preferred you when you were gagged.”
Flynn turned me, just in time to see his smirk as he dropped to his knees.“There you go again, Oli, threatening me with a good time.”
Epilogue
“That weekend, the firstin the month.”
Flynn shook his head.“Catherine and Kyle.”
I frowned, peering at the calendar on his phone.He’d brushed my fingers away when I’d tried to scroll for him.I figured that was down to the powdered sugar on them, rather than him trying to hide something.
“The second one, then.”
“That’s the holiday weekend.”Flynn pinch-zoomed in, so I could see the color-coding.“Our moms are coming over together, remember?”
It was possible he’d hear my jaw creaking as I clenched it.Flynn’s parents and mine had always been neighborly, bordering on outright friendly, but there was still something disconcerting at just how close our mothers had gotten in the space of seven months.
