Stephen gasped and looked at his lover. “One month?!”
Brenden smiled and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Good night, baby.” He rolled over, punched his pillow a few times, getting comfy and going to sleep.
“Wait, when you say no sex, does that include?”
“Everything but kissing on the lips,” Brenden answered.
“So, no hand jobs?”
“Nope,” Brenden answered. “And none of the other things you might be concocting in that pretty little head either.”
“But…” Stephen couldn’t believe it. “Are you planning on getting dressed?” All he got for his question was a loud snore for his troubles. He knew Brenden wasn’t asleep, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The manipulative bastard, he wants me to die from lust. If he sleeps like that for the entire month, I’m going to be in fucking trouble.
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