“He’s got a lab tomorrow night.” August blew out a frustrated breath. “And on Wednesday. He wants to know if we can get together on Thursday.”
Well, that wouldn’t work. Ryker and August looked at each other, mirrored expressions of dissatisfaction on their faces.
“Should we ask him over now?” Ryker asked, checking his watch. “It’s only a little after eight.”
August didn’t need any convincing. He fired off another text, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Ryker scooted over and sat next to him, staring down at the screen as they both waited for an answer.
Looking at August’s screen, Ryker chuckled at the thirst traps August had interspersed with the messages. He hadn’t realized that August was sending Dylan pictures. Looking closer, he realized that one of them was of him.
Taking the phone, August making an indignant sound of protest which Ryker ignored, he scrolled up and looked through the photos.
August was certainly showing them from their best angle. There was a picture of Ryker that must have been taken last week when he got home from work. He was in the bedroom, in the process of getting undressed, and if he hadn’t known better Ryker would have thought the picture was staged. August had caught him just as he was pulling off his shirt, in the midst of a sentence, and everything about him – from his disheveled hair to his unbuttoned pants – looked hot.
Ryker knew that he was a good-looking man, but August made him look like some kind of model.
Scrolling further, Ryker found more candid pictures, none of which he’d known August was taking.
“I didn’t realize you were such a photographer,” Ryker said, grinning as he handed the phone back.
The blush on August’s face was delightful.
“Shut up, it’s not my fault you’re hot.”
Before Ryker could reply, August’s phone pinged. Ryker watched as August scrolled down to the new message, his cock twitching in his underwear at the thought of Dylan coming over.
Sorry, I’m hanging out with my friend Annie tonight. Are you free Thursday? Or Friday? Or any time this weekend? x
They both stared at the message, neither one of them speaking.
“Well, that sucks,” August finally said.
“Yeah.” Ryker rose from the bed and walked over to the bathroom to get his toothbrush. Maybe it was for the best, he mused. Things were going pretty fast by human standards, and a little break might work out to their benefit in the end. He went to the doorway and looked at August. “Ask him if he can do Tuesday next week.”
“Not Wednesday?”
August’s voice was teasing.
“We should be mostly back to normal by Tuesday night.” Ryker started brushing his teeth. He raised his brow, the toothbrush sticking out of the corner of his mouth. “Unless you think that’s too soon?”
August started typing out a message in all haste, shaking his head. “Nope, not too soon at all. I’m asking him now.”
“Tell him it’s because of the full moon.” Ryker resumed brushing. “We don’t want him to think we’re not interested.”
“Of course.”
Ryker walked over to see what August had written, leaning over him and reading over his shoulder. August’s thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button, waiting for Ryker to approve the message.
“That’s fine,” Ryker said, nodding and walking back to the bathroom. When he turned his back, he heard the sound of a camera shutter, making him turn around. August was grinning, looking at the picture he’d just taken.
“Your ass looks so good in those briefs.”
The sound of a message being sent let Ryker know that August had sent Dylan the picture.
Ryker snorted, his lips curving up in a pleased smirk. When he walked into the bathroom he rinsed his mouth, put away his toothbrush and turned to look at his ass in the mirror. It did look nice. Hopefully, Dylan would be inspired to ditch his friend and come over to get fucked, though Ryker doubted it.
Dylan wasn’t the type to ditch plans with his friends for a knot, and Ryker liked that about him.
Walking back to the doorway, Ryker pulled off his shirt and shot his mate a grin.
