“Would you accept that I like fucking you?” Donny’s voice was softer than normal, more contemplative.
Roland snorted derisively. “Try again.”
Donny shrugged. “Maybe it’s a selfish motivation. Maybe I want to see more of your paintings. Maybe I want to learn how to be a better artist by watching you.”
“You’d learn to be a better artist bynotwatching me.” Roland slid his phone and his wallet into his pockets and stood up.
“Debatable,” Donny countered, as Roland walked toward him. Donny reached up and grazed his thumb across Roland’s cheekbone, and Roland instinctively closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. Donny pressed up onto his toes and brushed his mouth across Roland’s. He dropped back down and ran his hand slowly down Roland’s body from his face to his shoulder, down his bicep and forearm, squeezing Roland’s hand before letting go.
Roland’s fingers reached out and then curled back into his palm before he fisted his hands and forced them down to his sides.
“I meant what I said, Roland. I want to see more of the Roland in my sketchbook, and I want you to see more of him too. So, let’s go eat.” Donny turned and walked out the door without looking back, and Roland followed closely behind.
Chapter 13
Don't Fucking Mention It
Donny glancedover at Roland as he slid into the passenger seat and clicked the seatbelt into place.
“Is Target okay? We can get everything we need there,” Donny proposed, pulling out of the guest parking spot and driving toward the street.
“I guess.”
Donny contorted his face like he smelled something bad. “Are you being sullen because of the groceries or the medication?”
“I don’t need someone to buy me food,” Roland complained.
“I’mnot buying you food. I’m just making sure that you buy yourself food.”
“Semantics.”
“Hardly. Stop being so petulant. You’re a grown man, as you’ve already reminded me.” Donny cast a sidelong glance toward his passenger. “How old are you anyway?”
“I’m thirty-one. How old are you? Please tell me I haven’t been fucking a child.” Roland scratched his scalp and dropped his head against the back of the seat.
“I’m nearly twenty-two.”
Roland groaned, “Jesus. When is your birthday?”
Donny laughed. “Are we comparing star signs now? It’s in a little less than two months. I’ll be twenty-two in two months. Do you care? Are you gonna get me flowers?”
“Highly unlikely.” Roland rolled his head to the side to face Donny.
“I assumed as such.” He raised his eyebrows and put the car in park. “Here we are. First stop, pharmacy.”
“You are far too excited about medicating me.” Roland got out of the car and stretched his legs. Donny watched as Roland’s shirt lifted and exposed a sliver of his torso. His jeans were paint stained and hung low, so low Donny could follow Roland’s happy trail down to… wait.
“Are you not wearing underwear?”
Roland dropped his arms and pulled his shirt up slightly to look down at the waistband of his pants. He tugged his jeans up slightly and then shook his head.
Fuck, of course he wasn’t.
“And for the record, I’m not excited about medicating you.”
Donny brushed through the open doors and picked up a hand basket. Roland trailed him, getting close to whisper angrily down at him, “Then why are you?”
Donny took a quick left and navigated to the pharmacy.
