“It’s downright thoughtful of you.” Mickey pinned Roger up against the counter, leaning in to nuzzle the back of his neck.
“Mmm, isn’t it?” Roger arched back with a groan.
“Although you did break into my place. Again.”
“Pffft. I’ve only done that like twice.”
“You’ve broken in here every night since I moved in.”
“That’s not true,” Roger protested, grinding back with more purpose.
“That’s absolutely true.” Mickey kissed Roger’s neck, and he slid a hand down his hip. “You’re a liar and a whore… and you really need to be punished.”
“Mmm… yes…” Roger was panting, desperate, and he reached back to run his hand over the front of Mickey’s underwear.
“After dinner,” Mickey teased as he suddenly pulled away. He adjusted his cock, turning to check the oven. “Should be preheated soon.”
“Oh, youbastard.” Roger groaned, bowing over the counter and banging his head a few times.
Mickey smacked his ass, and he grinned at how Roger moaned and jerked. “Well, you want to be punished, don’t you? I can’t just give in every time you want.”
“You’re so mean.”
“Oven should be ready soon.” Mickey yawned and went to the fridge for a beer. “Want one?”
“Sure.” Roger pouted.
Mickey opened two and handed one to Roger. “Talk to Crybaby any?”
“Yeah, she’s doing okay. Still having a lot of pain, can’t walk real good. It sucks.”
“She’s a tough lady. She’ll get through it.”
“Yeah, but why didn’t she stay and get through it here?” Roger frowned.
“Because her old lady threatened to kick her out?” Mickey guessed. “Didn’t want her getting into any more trouble with nasty gangsters like us?”
“Okay, maybe. I’ve met her lady. Scout never liked all this criminal shit.”
“So, there you go. She did it for love. How sweet.”
“Scout is also scary as fuck. Did you know she used to be a butcher?”
“Love and fear then.”
“Maybe.” Roger looked down at his beer. “I’m starting to think Crybaby left ’cause she didn’t think she’d be able to handle herself the way she used to. She didn’t wanna be a liability or whatever.”
“Crybaby on her worst day is still ten times the man that most of these dickless punks around here could ever hope to be.” Mickey raised his beer in a toast. “Even if she is scared of pissing off her old lady. Here’s to her.”
“You’re so sweet. I’ll tell her you said that.” Roger clinked their bottles together and took a sip. “Mm, her and Alistair are reopening one of his old clubs there in Moultrie. It’s gonna be freaky. Said they’re gonna name it Kiss the Rod or something.”
Mickey paused. “Rod? Like a rod for smacking ass? Or rod, as in short for Roderick?”
“Maybe Alistair misses him.”
“Cold sure as hell doesn’t miss him.”
“Oh! Did you know people are saying I was fucking Cold to pay off my debt. Isn’t that funny?”
