“Excellent. Be right out.” He flips the blanket off, and I have to force my gaze away, but not before I notice that his dick is hard. Common issue in the morning, but damn.
I’ve seen his dick before—lots of times, when we were younger, but I did everything in my power to suppress any reaction to it so as not to out myself.
“Dude,” Van says, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side. “Are you prudish now?”
“What? No.”
“Sure are acting like it.”
“I was giving you some privacy.”
He grins. “I’m just fucking with you.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen.”
I back out of the room before he can say anything else. I need coffee and something for this headache, and a greasy breakfast wouldn’t hurt.
A few minutes later, I hear Van enter the kitchen, but I keep my back to him while I fix a mug of coffee.
“Did you sleep, at least?” he asks.
“Like the dead. You?”
“Same.” Appearing next to me, he nudges my arm with his. “We really let loose last night. It was fun. You had fun, right?”
“I did. It was really fun, but I’m feeling it today.”
Van grins, reaching over me for a mug from the shelf above the coffee maker. “No lies told.” He fills his mug, then takes a sip of his coffee and releases an obscene moan of pleasure. “Damn, that feels good.”
“It does.” I walk past him to the little breakfast nook and plop down in a chair. “Do you have plans for the day?”
Van joins me at the table. “I need to look at my calendar and see who I can reschedule for virtual appointments. Is it okay if I work from here for a bit?”
“Of course. I have a room set up in the back that’s kind of a half-assed office. It’ll give you some privacy.”
“Thanks.”
I watch as he gazes into his mug for a few seconds. I don’t know how I know, but I can tell he has something on his mind. Fuck. I hope I didn’t say or do anything stupid last night.
“You said something last night…”
“Probably.” I chuckle, hoping to play off whatever it is.
“Maybe you thought I wasn’t serious, and that’s okay. We definitely need to be sober first.”
I mentally walk through my clouded mind, searching for even an inkling of what he’s talking about, but I’m coming up empty.
“Okay.”
“Maybe hungover isn’t the right time either, but in case it’s on your mind, I figure it’d be best to address it.”
“Sure.”
“You said if I still wanted to this morning, in the cold hard light of day, then we could talk about it. Well, it was the first thing I thought of when I woke up. So I guess it wasn’t the alcohol talking.”
I stare at his face, desperate for a hint. “Um…”
“If you’re not into it, that’s cool. Or maybe you think it would be weird, but I don’t think so. I think we can handle anything. I’m brave enough to try if you are.”
