Page 90 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“Clearly,” Reid teased, grinding harder, faster. “It’s like the closet all over again. Anyone could find us out here.”

“Shut up,” Nolan said, no heat except need in the words. Reid felt a shiver dance up Nolan’s spine, since they were thigh to thigh, hips to hips, poor Banana Shark crushed between their chests.

“Nah, you like it. Like the idea of being discovered, anyone finding us like this—“

Just as Reid was about to tip over the edge, head falling back with pleasure, words spilling out faster than he could track them, the knob on the door beside them began to turn.

“No—” Nolan gasped.

“Fuck off,” Reid shouted, slamming his palm into the door, holding it closed before it could even begin to open.

There was a long silence from the other side, followed by a groan. “C’mon, guys! I just want a cigarette. You’re… you’re both banned after this!”

“Look what you did!” Nolan hissed, thunking his head back into the wall, frozen.

Reid grinned, stamped it into the skin at Nolan’s neck, and resisted the urge to rut against him. “We have Banana Shark already, so it’s fine.”

“Well, I mean, if you’re interested in making up for lost time… I have an apartment.”

Reid paused, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You already have an apartment?”

Nolan froze suddenly. “Maybe. Unless I shouldn’t?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Reid asked, looping his arms around Nolan’s neck and pressing their bodies together.

“It seemed awfully presumptuous for me to show up again after six months and not have a place to stay.”

“You could’ve—“ Reid tried to imagine the both of them fitting inside his tiny storage room turned studio apartment. “Okay, I get it. Is it nice?”

“Well, I could just show you,” Nolan offered, dragging a hand down Reid’s arm. “I could use a lift.”

“Lucky for you, I happen to know a guy.”

Nolan arched a brow, lips twitching. “Oh, that’s so kind of you. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for—“

“Oh, shut up,” Reid said, affection filling his chest and spilling into his voice as he rolled his eyes. “Let me take you home.”

When they parted, Banana Shark almost slipped, and Reid dropped his hand to catch the plush.

“Oh, no,” Nolan gasped.

Reid couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of his chest at the flat stuffie, one eye on each side of the bend.

“Poor shark, he didn’t last a day,” Nolan cried.

“No, no, he’s fine!” Reid insisted, and placed a hand on either edge of him, pushing his palms together to re-fluff him. When that didn’t work, Reid tried placing a hand at each end of him and smushing him together.

“Oh, god, he had to witness that, and now you’re manhandling him?”

“Look, he’s perfect,” Reid announced, offering Nolan the once-again plush figure with one hand beneath it and one hand behind, like it was an accessory he was advertising. “I give you: Banana Shark.”

“Are you going to take care of him, or should I worry for his well being?” Nolan drawled.

“Please, of course he’s in capable hands,” Reid retorted. “Speaking of, where’s your cat? Not back in…”

“And leave her there? Of course not. She’s at my new apartment.” He arched a brow. “Do you think you two can get along?” Nolan teased.

“I’ll manage just fine,” Reid declared, and let his wings out.