For a few moments, he lay there, listening to the low rise and fall of Graham’s voice, though his words were indistinct.
Thad yawned and rolled onto his back, debating if he should haul himself out of bed and go in search of Graham or wait here for him. If he waited here, maybe he could drag Graham into bed again.
He could pull him down, strip his clothes off, and kiss him. See where that went.
Sure, there were things they’d talked about doing today, but nowhere they had to be at a specific time. Maybe Graham wouldwant to spend a few hours in bed first. Thad could lay him out, get his hands and mouth all over his body.
He could get his fingers in Graham’s hole, or, better yet, histongue. He could roll Graham onto his belly and lick his ass open until he was right on the edge of release, then slide his cock inside.
He palmed his dick through the soft fabric of his underwear, squeezing a little, half-hard already at the thought.
Fuck, Graham would be so tight around his cock.
Thad shifted, deciding he would get out of bed and go in search of him. No point in waiting when he could go after what he really wanted.
He threw back the covers as Murphy barked and Graham clearly said, “Sorry, the dog won’t shut up.”
Thad frowned, a little confused. At first he’d assumed Graham was talking to the dog, but was Graham talking to him? He pushed up on one elbow, intending to call out and ask, when he spoke again.
“Yeah, no that sounds good,” Graham said. “I mean, the schedule will be tight, but we can make it work. I mean, I can.”
Ohh, he must be on a phone call.
Thad sat up.
There was silence for a moment before Graham laughed awkwardly. “No, I mean I broke up with Madison not that long ago so I can’t imagine I’ll have a plus-one by then.”
Silence again. “I do not! And I’m—I’m taking a break right now, okay?”
Another beat, then, “Ugh, shut up. You sound likeConnor.”
Thad stretched, smiling. Yes. Clearly Graham was on the phone with someone. A close friend maybe?
He stumbled out of bed and dragged his ass into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, attempting to smooth down his hair before he let Graham know he was up.
He found him in the kitchen, food spread out but the burners turned off like he’d been in the middle of starting breakfast when the call came through.
Damn it, Thad was supposed to be the one making them brunch.
Graham had earbuds in, Thad realized as he walked closer, intending to wrap an arm around Graham’s waist and kiss his shoulder when he abruptly realized there was a pretty blonde woman on the screen.
It wasn’t a phone call but a video chat.
Fuck!Thad veered off, quickly stepping out of view of the camera.
Graham flinched before he schooled his expression into something more neutral. He laughed nervously. “Uh, no one. Just one of my buddies.”
Thad tried not to wince at being called that. Graham had to lie about it. That was what they’d agreed on. And yet … it stung more than Thad would have expected.
Graham continued. “Yeah. He works for the Harriers. We, um, we sometimes play basketball in the park near me and he uses my uh, my shower after.”
Graham’s gaze darted toward Thad before looking away again, clearly uneasy. “What? I mean, he had underwear on. Dude, he’s a former hockey player. It’s, uh, a locker room thing. You know we don’t even think about shit like that.”
He fell silent for a moment. “Shut the hell up and stop checking out my—my friend! He’s … you have afiancé, remember, Corine?”
You want me to leave?Thad mouthed. Where exactly he was going to go in nothing but his underwear, he wasn’t sure, but asking felt like the right choice.
Graham made a slashing motion with his hand off camera, so Thad stayed put.
