“Stuff, okay?” Duncan made a face. “Maybe I don’t wanna be around you right now. You ever think of that? Hard to think when I’m fuckin’ pissed off at you.”
“Me? What the hell did I do?”
“You fuckin’ stood there and didn’t say a fuckin’ word! You just smiled and nodded like abitch! What happened to the Mickey I knew who didn’t take any shit and just wanted to get paid, huh?”
“Technically, I was sitting.”
“I’m going home,” Duncan grumbled.
“Well, let me drive you.”
“I’ll catch a cab.” Duncan walked away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mickey was left alone once Duncan turned the corner. He huffed under his breath, “Squirrelly little fuck.”
Whatever had crawled up Duncan’s ass was getting worse. Mickey didn’t understand what Duncan was so upset about, but he didn’t like the dreadful knot that was beginning to form in his belly.
Tomorrow, he decided. He would get Duncan to talk and figure out what his damn problem was.
With his afternoon now cleared of plans, Mickey debated on what to do.
Huh, I wonder what Roger is doing…
He immediately brought that train wreck of a thought to a screeching halt and opted to go home instead. There had to be laundry or dishes that needed attention, and he could check on Pops.
Mickey tried everything not to think about Roger, but his brain jumped right back on the tracks and flooded his mind with all the sinful memories of their evening together.
Now all he could think about was the way Roger had begged for him, the hot grip of his body around his cock, and God, that one moment when Roger was so caught up that he’d bitten down on his own knee in the heat of the moment.
Great.
Mickey was hard.
He was going to grab a shower as soon as he got home, but he heard his grandfather calling for him the second he stepped through the door.
“Hey, Michael! You’re home early.”
“Half day.” Mickey stripped off his jacket, heading into his bedroom to finish getting undressed.
“You gotta go back?”
“Not today.”
“Come here! I’m tired of yellin!”
Mickey scowled, but he left his bedroom to go see him. “You need somethin’, Pops? I’m gonna grab a shower real quick.”
“Let’s go.” Pops pushed the pillows out of his way.
“Hey, hey! What are you doing?” Mickey rushed over to his side, trying to stop him from getting out of bed.
“I’m fine! Let’s go. I wanna go see my girl.”
Mickey had been looking forward to a hot shower and a very hateful jerkoff session, but that didn’t seem to be in his future. “Right now?”
“Yes, right now.” Pops stubbornly sat up on the edge of the bed. “Get me some pants, and let’s go.”
“You know the very nice doctor I pay a lot of money to take care of you says you need to rest.”
