“Maybe?” Dylan hedged.
Annie was quiet for several seconds. Ryker would have thought she’d left if he hadn’t heard the two humans breathing.
“Do you have a guy in here?” Annie sounded delighted.
“No!”
“Oh my god you do!” Annie was squealing. “Is he in the bathroom?”
“He’s not in the bathroom!” Dylan’s voice was frazzled. “I mean, there’s no one in the bathroom.”
“Is this the guy you’re seeing on Wednesday? The one who gave you that hickey?”
“No?”
Dylan sounded like he was lying, even though he was kind of telling the truth. Ryker wasoneof the guys he was seeing on Wednesday, but he was not the one who’d given him the hickey.
“Can I meet him?”
“No!”
“Is he naked?” Annie sounded like she’d forgotten all about her outfit and her date. “Is that his shirt? Is he shirtless in your bathroom? Were you making out?”
Ryker held back a snort. They’d done far more than make out.
“Have fun on your date!” Dylan said, and Ryker could hear him pushing his friend out of his apartment. “We can share details tomorrow at lunch.”
Annie cackled. “So there are details!”
Dylan slammed the door in her face. Ryker fixed his hair in the mirror and rearranged his bulge and then walked back into the apartment. Dylan was sitting on the bed, a chagrined look on his face.
Ryker grabbed his compression shirt and pulled it on, taking his shorts next and pulling them up over his bulge.
“You didn’t take your shoes off?”
Dylan was looking at his feet, a somewhat offended expression on his face.
Ryker huffed and shook his head. “Nope. I got a little carried away.”
He picked up his gloves and pulled them on, watching Dylan’s expression to see if he paid any particular attention to his hands now that he had his gloves back on.
He didn’t. Dylan was looking at Ryker’s running shoes, brow scrunched and mouth pinched in offense.
“How can you have sex like that and not even take your shoes off?” There was disbelief in his voice.
Ryker laughed. “How about this, the next time we fuck, I’ll take off my shoes. Deal?” He walked over and sat down on the bed, pressing close to Dylan and stretching his legs out in front of him. “Or maybe you’d like me to wear something else? I have a police uniform with some very shiny boots that you might enjoy.”
He wiggled his toes in his running shoes.
Dylan laughed like he thought it was a joke. Ryker tilted his head and shot him a quizzical look, wondering why he found the idea of dressing up for sex amusing.
Dylan’s eyes went wide.
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Of course.” Ryker nudged him with his shoulder. “Fireman, cop, biker, dungeon master, superman… August and I have a pretty solid collection of outfits for roleplaying.”
Dylan looked like a fish, his mouth slack and his pupils blown wide open.
