“Yeah. Of course I will. I’d be honored.”
forty
David
That was masterful,” David said once they were safely in the car and on the road.
Farzan chuckled. “What? Watching me and my family argue?”
“Watching you remind them how amazing you are.” David stopped at a red light.
Farzan shook his head, but David gently trapped his chin with his hand.
“I don’t drink carbonated dairy for just anyone, you know.” David waggled his eyebrows, trying to get a smile out of Farzan, but he just bit his lip and looked away. The street lights streaming in through the windshield burnished his skin. He was luminous, outshining the moon and the sun and the stars.
David swallowed and turned back to the road as the light turned green. If he thought about Farzan’s perfect face too much, he’d crash. He reached for the music, but Farzan stopped him.
“Maheen asked me something. While you were in the other room.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Farzan was quiet for a long moment. “She asked if I would be the baby’s godfather.”
David whistled, low and slow. That was a big deal, right? “What’d you say?”
“I said yes.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” David caught a shrug out of the corner of his eye. “She said she was sorry, too. For making me feel like a fuckup.”
“That’s good.”
“I just…” Farzan blew out a breath. “Families are weird. All that teasing, but thenhey, look after my baby. I don’t know.”
“Maybe they see you more than you think,” David said. “Maybe the teasing is how they show their love.”
“Maybe.” Farzan sighed and rested a hand on David’s thigh. “Thank you for coming with me tonight. It meant a lot.”
“Thanks for inviting me.” It meant a lot to David, too.
More than he was ready to think about.
Farzan’s fingertips lightly stroked David’s inner thigh, sending sparks straight to his dick.
He didn’t let himself speed, even though what blood wasn’t heading toward his cock was turning his foot to lead. But, fuck, he wished they were already back at Farzan’s place.
David didn’t even wait for them to get their shoes off.
As soon as Farzan clicked on the light in his apartment, and the door swung shut behind them, David spun Farzan around and pinned him against the wall.
David cut his laugh off with a kiss, pressing their chests together, grinding his hips against Farzan’s. God, he wanted him.
Farzan returned the kiss, hands going to David’s back, practically clawing at his sweater. It seemed David needed to invest in more sweaters, if this was the reaction they got.
When Farzan broke the kiss they were both breathing heavily, foreheads together.
“So,” David said. “You’re gonna be a godfather.”
