“Okay. This is gonna be ready in ten.”
“Perfect.”
As he began getting all his clothes out of the bag to throw them into the laundry basket, his mind drifted to a place it shouldn’t go.
Dick. Dick. Dick.
Dick. Dick. Dick.
While a man’s complexion wasn’t directly related to the size of his junk, it would have been a big punch into his fantasies if Søren wasn’t well-packed. He had seen him in underwear before and it looked full enough, but just like Marc, he wasclearlya grower.
Listen, he didn’t like him, not like he liked the bassist—still odd to admit that. Yet the Norse musician was one of those humans Chris admired as if he were a god walking amongst mere mortals. He admired him as a person, as an artist, and as an example of mental strength after all the shit he’d gone through. And while they were friends now, and he’d gotten to meet the most humble part of him, that didn’t change the imposing Viking air Søren had. A pinky-sized dick would have totally ruined it.
Have I always looked at other dudes’ cocks like this?
“Chris!” Leah called.
“Yeah?”
“Is your damn phone just an accessory?” she said as she peeked her head through the door of his bedroom.
“What?” he asked, feeling slightly embarrassed that he was just analyzing her boyfriend’s dick and comparing it to Marc’s. One was longer, the other thicker, and both equally pretty.What the fuck?
“Marc says he’d been texting and calling you for half an hour. I told him you’re here already, but he was dead worried.”
“My bad,” Chris said, getting his phone out of his jacket. “It was on silent.”
“That’s what I just told him, and also that you’re a twat.” Leah grinned.
“Go die!”
“Sure thing.” Her smile widened. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Okay. I’ll be out in a sec.”
Leah nodded and walked away. With the soft rumble of the couple talking and chuckling outside, Chris unlocked his phone. He had three missed calls and several texts.
MARCO POLO: Just heard on TV that there was an accident on the same road you take to go home(7:58 PM)
Just checking you’ve made it safely(8:03 PM)
Tell me you’re home, dude(8:11 PM)
I’m starting to freak out(8:17 PM)
Dude!!!(8:21 PM)
Can you please fucking answer?(8:21 PM)
CHRIS: Sorry(8:31 PM)
I had the phone on silent mode since Friday
MARCO POLO: You fucking asshole
CHRIS: Sorrrrry!!!
MARCO POLO: Glad you’re fine though
