Clearly, I overestimated how much I can carry.He struggled from the Uber to the front door with the four bags.
“Here, I got it.”
Two of the bags were pulled from his left hand, and Morgan ignored the spike in his heartbeat. Leo stood in front of him in a white, sleeveless shirt and thin, black gym shorts that should be illegal to wear in public.
“Th-thanks.” Morgan swallowed past the dryness in his throat and unlocked the front door. “I can take them.”
“It’s no big deal. I was coming inside anyway to get a drink.” He held the door open, and Morgan passed by him, greedily inhaling the scent of sweat and hot skin mixed with the tang of his aftershave.
God, he could lick him from head to toe. Wait…he already had, and he ached from the memory.
Leo punched the elevator button. “Having company?”
Morgan shrugged. “You never know.”
Leo said nothing, remaining silent as he trailed Morgan to his apartment. Morgan set the bags on the counter and tipped his head. “You can leave them there. Thanks again.” He busied himself with removing the groceries, then stiffened when Leo slipped his arms around his waist and kissed his neck.
“Are you dismissing me? I thought maybe we could have a little afternoon delight.”
Forgetting his promise to stay strong, Morgan turned and met Leo’s mouth, already anticipating being under him, those big hands stroking his body—his phone buzzed.
“Ignore it,” Leo growled, already hard against Morgan’s belly. “You’re as ready as I am, and I can’t wait.” A large hand cupped his ass, and Morgan almost swooned.
The phone continued to vibrate and buzz. “I-I can’t. I have to get it.”
“Fuck. Hurry it up.”
Shaky and blurry-eyed, Morgan answered the phone. “H-hello?” God, he sounded high.
“Is this Morgan? Hi, it’s Derrick. Chris’s friend? Is this a good time?”
Hearing that friendly voice was like a douse of cold water in the face. What the hell was he doing? Exactly what he said he wouldn’t do—roll over to get his stomach rubbed by Leo, becausehedecided he was horny. Morgan huffed, grateful beyond measure for the interruption, and twisted out of Leo’s arms to put a good five feet of space between them.
“Yes. It’s a great time. Chris told me you’d be calling.”
“Good. I was afraid he’d wait and then I’d call, and you’d wonder who this crazy person calling you was. I was hoping maybe you’d like to meet for a drink tonight.”
“Tonight? What time?”
“How’s five o’clock?”
Morgan watched as Leo turned his back to him and left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
“Five is great. Where? Do you live in Brooklyn or the city?”
“I live in Bensonhurst. I like to hang out at this place called Drummers Pub. It’s pretty casual. Does that sound okay?”
“Perfect. See you then.”
“Great.” And Derrick did sound like meeting Morgan would be great. Maybe this could be the start of something new. And yet Morgan couldn’t help wondering what Leo was doing.
***
Having discarded three shirts, Morgan had decided not to be ridiculous and chose a blue button-down and a pair of jeans. As he approached the pub, he spotted Derrick and smiled to himself.
“Hi. I’m Morgan, and I guess we have the same taste in clothes.”
In a blue button-down and dark jeans, Derrick laughed, his brown eyes shining with approval. “Hi, Morgan, and I think you’d look great in anything.”
