Besides, it wouldn't matter because Ryan wasgoing to kill Phillip. The man was too cocky for his own good.Phillip had the ability to be cocky and not make everyone aroundhim hate him. He always had that goofier than hell smile. The onehe was currently beaming at him.
“You're a dick, ya know that?” Ryan asked.
“I know. It's good to see the whole DrillSergeant thing is finally leaving you. I was worried I was gonnahave to break old Smoky Bear out.” Ryan's grin took a turn tobecome dark and seductive. Ryan really fucking hated him.
“Putting on your cadre cover isn't gonna scareme anymore, Grabowski.” Ryan almost choked on the words. God, hereally was fucked up. The mental image of Phillip in his roundedbrown hat made him nearly groan. If he didn’t watch out his glasseswere gonna fog up.
“Nope, but it will turn you on,” Phillipretorted.
“Whatever. I think you have the world’s bestfreaking ego.”
“Aww, Freckles, you're hurting my feelings. Theonly way you can make it up to me is by buying me lunch.”
“Get real,” Ryan muttered, strolling to histruck.
“No I'm for reals!” Phillip chuckled andfollowed Ryan to his truck. “Don't tell me you don't feel it. Ihave bite marks to prove you do.”
“It's called lust. We'll get over it.”
“You know, you really are bitchy,” Phillip said,looking at Ryan.
“I guess bitchy equals not easy, to you. ListenPhillip, what we had in basic was...fun.” Hot. Incredible. Sexierthan homemade sin. “But, we're both older and we know that sort ofshit doesn't last a lifetime-- and I'm kinda done with the parttime relationships.” He wanted what Patrick and Mark had.
“Who says I just want to fuck you,Freckles?”
“Your body, Grabowski.”
That ended the conversation. Ryan got into histruck and drove off without waiting for a reply. He sighed when hiscell vibrated.
Body wants u. Mind needs U. Dinner w/me?
Ryan was going to say no. Really he was. But hisfingers refused to type what he wanted. So instead he sent:
Yeah. When?
2morrow. 1700. I'll pick u up.
Fine.
Chapter Ten
Ryan couldn't believe he was going out withPhillip. He had been tempted to beg off but Kenneth had threatenedto tie him up, while Brendon said he would carry him to Mark'struck and Patrick was going to drive him to Phillip's. Any way helooked at it he was fucked. So instead he was sitting in his livingroom with three daddies doing their best to make sure he looked'beautiful' without appearing sleazy. At least that's what theywere all saying. Brendon picked him up-- as in picked his ass upand carried him into his bedroom with the other two followinghim.
“Dude, you are not wearing just a t-shirt.”Brendon clucked his tongue and grabbed a button-down.
“Those jeans are dirty...get them off. Ryan,you're going out on a date with the man of your dreams.
Dirty jeans are not right,” Kenneth bitched,going into his closet. He came out with a pair of black slacks.
Patrick thankfully hadn't said anything, eventhough he was staring at Ryan's head with a critical eye. He hadn'thad a chance to get a haircut since the guys got there. His flattop had grown out some. But still it looked good. At least hethought it did.
“You really should have gotten a haircut.” Well,there went Ryan's happiness about Patrick not speaking. The shorterman excused himself and went into the front room.
“Dude, you're right!” Brendon muttered. “God,you're a fucked-up mess.”
Kenneth snorted but agreed. “Put these on.”
“Make sure you have clean underwear on,” Brendonordered. Hell, the blond went to his dresser and pulled out a cleanpair of black boxer briefs. “Too bad you don't have some cuteunderwear.”
