“Thank you,” his mother said. Rusty listened as she walked away, waiting until he heard the stairs creak before rolling away from Blake.
As soon as his back hit the mattress, he burst into laughter. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to. It’d been years since he’d been in a situation where he could get caught, and this was easily the funniest close call he’d ever had.
“It’s not funny,” Blake said.
“Cockblocked by your own mum? It’s fuckin’ hilarious,” Rusty responded, not quite done laughing yet.
Blake rolled out of bed, heading for his bag to grab a clean pair of underwear.
Rusty had practically had to drag him to the bathroom last night to clean up. Once Blake was asleep, he tended to want to stay that way.
It was cute, though. Everything about Blake was cute.
“This is a good view,” Rusty said, finally forcing himself to get up and get dressed as well. “Sorry about the bruises.”
“I bruise easy. And it’s kinda hot.” Blake shrugged, pulling his jeans up. “I’m gonna eat all your pancakes if you don’t hurry up,” he said, heading for the door.
Rusty caught him by a belt loop, spinning him around to kiss the tip of his irresistibly cute nose. “Not if you want to pick up where we left off later,” he said.
Blake swallowed, his ears going red. “I will defend your pancakes with my life.”
Rusty beamed at that, his heart swelling. It was nice to be wanted.
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” Rusty promised, letting him go.
Blake smiled a warm, lazy smile at him as he closed the bedroom door.
Rusty would have done a lot of things for that smile. He’d been trying to pretend otherwise, but Blake’s presence made himhappy.
He didn’t know what to do with that information yet, but he couldn’t keep lying to himself.
