I climb back into bed and roll onto my side, getting comfortable again. This is fine. It was a harmless fantasy Vanwill never know about. Tomorrow, we’ll find some fun things to do and it’ll be like the old days.
Except for the part where I wanted him to wake up queer one day and realize he was in love with me. Definitely except that part.
Stumbling out of bed,I rub my forehead on my way to the kitchen. I don’t know what time it is, but I feel like I’ve slept for twenty years—refreshed and somehow groggy at the same time. I need coffee.
Just as I make it around the corner to the kitchen, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee tickles my nose, sending a shiver of alarm through me as I snap my eyes fully open.
Van is standing at my coffee station, filling a mug. Oh. Right. Van is here.
He turns around, his eyes roaming from my face to my feet and back again. Then he raises an eyebrow. “You forgot I was here, didn’t you?”
Chuckling, I nod. “Yep.”
“Kind of figured since you looked startled.” He sips his coffee. “Also, you’re naked.”
I immediately cup my hands over my dick. “Shit. I’m sorry, dude. I’m so used to being alone.”
He shrugs. “Not like I haven’t seen a dick before.”
“Be right back.”
I back out of the kitchen and dart down the hall to my room. Opening a drawer, I grab a pair of sweatpants and tug them on. At least he took it in stride. He’s right—it’s not like we’ve never seen each other naked before, I just didn’t walk around swinging my junk in front of him.
What I did last night rushes back, making my stomach flip and my cock twitch with interest. Uh no. We’re not going there. He’s my friend. Mystraightfriend. That’s it.
I make my way to the kitchen again. Van is still leaning against the counter, drinking coffee. He’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, which isn’t exactly helpful. He looks good—less bulky than he was in high school, but still defined. Especially his abs. You could shred cheese on his belly.
“How did you sleep?”
“Great, actually. The bed is nice, and it felt good to let go of reality for a while.”
“I bet. I was gonna go into the office for a bit and see what we have planned for events today, but I’m sure I can get out around lunchtime or a little after.”
“Cool. I’ll just hang out here if that works?”
“Of course. Make yourself at home.”
Van nods as his phone buzzes across the counter. His brow creases as he picks it up and stares at his screen. I notice his cheeks flushing and a concerned look in his eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
He snaps his head up, forcing a smile to his lips. “No. Just a news story I’ve been following.”
“About?”
“Related to that story I told you yesterday.”
“The client who died?”
“Sort of. Just the situation.”
“What’s going on?”
Van exhales slowly, looking at his phone again. “It’s weird. Normally, the police don’t work on these cases too hard. It’s kind of like, why put resources towards solving the murder of a piece of shit?”
“But? What’s different?”
“There’s a new detective who’s looking at some of the cases to see if there’s some overlooked evidence. It’s all over the news in Chicago.”
