“Also, put some clothes on—I think your butthole just winked at me.” Nikolai groaned, taking a step back and raising his hand to block his view.
The man had seen his asshole many times before and never once complained. The dude was just being an ass, hoping to get a rise out of him and join him on his morning crusade.
It’s not that he didn’t want to get up and join his buddy for a run. But after Nikolai had gone to bed last night, Reid had stayed up for another three hours sifting through documents that Simon had emailed him, hoping to stumble across some key piece of information that would help him unlock the case and unmask all those involved.
But sadly, they were no nearer to solving the mystery than they had been the day before.
Reid glanced up at the lime-green booty shorts lying next to his face.
“Where on earth did you find these hideous things?” Reid held the tiny shorts up with two fingers, mentally trying to gauge where everything was supposed to go. “Also, there’s no way that my junk… or my butt, is ever going to fit into these." He tossed them onto the floor, then laid his head back down on his arms.
His butt was still facing Niko—watching him, as if trying to protect itself from a foreign invasion.
Niko slapped his ass…hard.
The sound of Niko’s big, meaty paw hitting his soft, smooth butt echoed through the large bedroom.
Ow! Fuck!
Reid gave a hiss as he rubbed his sore ass cheek.
Two can play at this game, Reid thought to himself as he turned over onto his back. His morning wood had deflated, but his dick was still semihard.
“I don’t remember you being this violent when we were roommates,” Reid said, acting as if his dick wasn’t hanging out for the world to see.
“Then don’t make fun of the booty shorts I bought you,” Nikolai responded, giving him one of his cocky smirks.
“You… what?” His voice was cautious and low, uncertain whether his buddy was joking or if he had just insulted his friend’s gift to him.
“I was told that this is what all you American runners like to wear when you’re out for your morning jogs. Something about being seen by others and not getting hit by cars?”
Oh, perhaps he was serious,Reid thought to himself.
He looked at the bright-green material that appeared to be secretly mocking him from where it lay crumpled on the floor, waiting for him to accept his fate.
“Oh, people will definitely be noticing me in those…colorfulshorts. And I’m sure that I won’t get hit by any cars, with everyone keeping a safe… distance.”
He still had no idea where his cock and balls were supposed to fit inside the tiny-ass material.
Why would he get such a small pair?
“See? Safety first. I like to make sure that all my friends are nice and safe,” Nikolai said with a disturbingly cheerful smile on his face.
The man had to be fucking with him. There was no way he bought these shorts for him, thinking they were all the rage.
There was just no way.
“Okay, I’ll grab us some water bottles, and I’ll meet you at the door in ten.”
“Argh. Evil.” Reid groaned, extending his arm and reaching for the hideous shorts.
Once their run was over, they returned home and showered. Nikolai was the first to jump in, claiming that he needed to getsomething done while Reid was in the shower. Most likely, it was just an excuse to ensure that he got to hog all the hot water.
But to Reid’s surprise, when he emerged from the shower, he found Nikolai in the kitchen, packing a basket full of food.
Yes, the big, bad Russian was packing a basket. Reid wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen the whole thing himself, firsthand.
“Umm, I wouldn’t have pegged you for the domestic type,” Reid said, walking into the kitchen in nothing but a towel.
