It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake up with a stiffy, but he didn’t have one this morning when he came out of his bedroom.
He slowly lifted his gaze back to the man lathering himself up behind the thin curtain.
Did he just pop a boner watching his best friend shower?
That was new.
He decided to ignore the awkward boner and make his way into the kitchen. Once there, he threw some fresh coffee beans into the expensive coffee maker and flicked it on. He hoped that he was using the damn thing right.
Next, he pulled the eggs out of the fridge and began slicing up some avocado.
Twenty minutes later, everything was cooked and ready to eat.
“Damn! And I was going to surprise you with breakfast this morning,” Reid said, walking into the kitchen with a smile. “Let me guess, three egg whites and avocado toast?”
“And a side of steak from last night’s dinner. Wasn’t expecting a guest, so you and I are both sharing a steak.”
Nikolai handed Reid a fresh latte, then held up his finger before rushing to the fridge to grab the can of whipped cream. He paused, holding the can up to his face.
“What?” Reid asked, still clutching his coffee by the kitchen counter.
“Just trying to remember when I had that Asian couple over. I used the whipped cream when his wife asked for a little something extra.”
Reid chuckled. “So you’re checking to see if the can is expired?”
“Maybe.”
Reid laughed.
Nikolai missed that sound.
“You’re such a nerd.”
“Yeah, but I’m a nerd with a big dick,” Nikolai added with a smirk.
“How could I forget. It was that magical dick that kept us so busy.”
They both chuckled.
Staring into his best friend’s aqua-blue eyes, Nikolai took note of the subtle changes to his buddy’s face. There were now small crow’s feet when his eyes scrunched together, and a small bull’s ring dangling from just under his nose.
Back in the day, there was no way Reid could have gotten away with having a facial piercing. Mikhail would have found it trashy and detracting from the handsomeness of his face.
The Diamond Squad was the best of the best. People didn’t pay high prices to fuck street trash.
Still, the pierced septum gave his friend a slightly bad-boy vibe, like he would fuck you up against a wall in some dirty back alley.
Reid would definitely fit in with the biker crowd.
Niko couldn’t believe how much he missed his old friend. After all these years, it still felt like no time had passed. Like it was any other morning, sharing breakfast together after one of their runs.
“So, where are your plates? I’ll set the table,” Reid offered, taking a sip of his no-whipped cream latte and then placing it down on the counter.
Nikolai pointed to the cupboard closest to him. He shook the can of cream, then squirted a generous amount into Reid’s coffee.
They spent the next hour eating and laughing, reminiscing about their time back in New York.
While there were certain aspects of their escorting days that they despised—like the fact that they had to fuck whoever Mikhail told them to—there were also aspects that they really enjoyed. Money being one of them.
