“You’re a good boy,” he whispered.
Landon didn’t stir, so Gregory collected his shoes from near his dresser and finished dressing in the living room.
He brewed himself a cup of coffee, transferring it into a travel mug. He checked the time and shot a group text out to Justin, Micah, and Aaron.
Me: Come over Thursday. At eight.
Justin: It’s early, go away.
Aaron: Do I have to?
Me: Yes
Aaron: Why?
Me: Because I like to show off what’s mine.
Justin: Oh, are we playing voyeurism games??
Me: I’d like to.
Micah: Can Keith come?
Me: Up to Justin.
Justin: We’ll discuss it later.
Aaron: Do we get to play, too?
Me: Not with Landon.
Aaron: You’re no fun.
Me: Bring someone.
Aaron: Yeah, not sure on that one, man.
Me: Whatever. Anyway. Thursday at 8.
Aaron: Yeah.
Justin: We’ll be there. Bring anything?
Me: Your own condoms.
Gregory locked the front door and walked to the car, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat. His mind was already racing with the things he wanted to do on Thursday, and it was going to be near impossible to narrow it down.
24
Landon
Verity satcross-legged on Landon’s bed while he fingered through the clothes in his closet.
“I don’t know what to wear,” Landon mumbled.
“I think you could wear a potato sack and you’d be fine. He seems impressed enough already,” Verity suggested.
“I want to look nice.”
