“Probably a good idea before we get to the B’s,” Ezra said. Roman referred to the list, where apparently, “B” was for “Barebacking.” Roman couldn’t believe his sweet, innocent Ezra had such horny thoughts. “We should talk about a schedule too,” Ezra said.
Roman should have anticipated that, knowing how Ezra liked to organize his time. His classes had become very demanding lately and he refused to cut back on his housekeeping duties, which didn’t leave him much free time.
“How about Sunday?” Roman suggested
“Sunday is for deep cleaning.”
“Aren’t you almost finished with your list?” Roman had helped with that effort, wanting to give Ezra back his weekends.
“I still have a few more projects to complete.”
“Can you do them during the week and scale back on your daily chores? The place is looking pretty tidy to me.” Ezra surveyed their surroundings with his critical eye while Roman continued, “I was thinking we could schedule Saturday nights and Sunday mornings for sexy times. That would fit well with one of my list items, which is having you stay the night with me in my bedroom.”
Ezra finished chewing and regarded Roman thoughtfully. “Your bedisbigger than mine.”
“Definitely big enough for two.”
“Do you snore?”
“If I do, you can just roll me over.”
“I doubt I could roll you over, Roman. You’re huge.” Ezra spread his arms to illustrate his point. Roman liked that Ezra noticed his size and often commented on his athleticism. He could admit that he was vain in that way.
“Pinch me and I’ll stop,” Roman said.
“Can I have my own blanket?”
“Are you worried that I’ll steal yours?” he teased.
Ezra smiled. “You should be worried I’ll steal yours. I’m the blanket bandit.”
Roman had named him that after trying to share with him on the couch. Ezra had managed to wrest away the blanket and wrap himself up like a mummy, leaving Roman out in the cold. “I’ll have an extra one for you. Or you can bring yours from your bedroom.”
“I’ll need a signal,” Ezra mused. “Something to show you that I’m in the mood. Like a special t-shirt but maybe not that either because...” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “I might want to take it off.”
“I hope you do,” Roman encouraged.
“My purple socks. I’ll wear those and that’s how you’ll know I want to have sexy times. How will you let me know?”
Roman didn’t need a signal. Knowing Ezra was in the mood would surely be enough. “I’ll see your purple socks and I’ll be ready.”
“Do you know what today is?” Ezra asked softly. His head dipped and he glanced up at Roman from underneath his lashes. The little flirt.
“Saturday?” Roman’s grin mirrored that of his young man.
“I’d better make sure my purple socks are clean,” Ezra taunted. He left the table with his food only half finished. Roman would eat the rest, like always. Besides, he didn’t want anything to prevent Ezra from adhering to his schedule.
* * *
Roman metJay at the gym that afternoon because he worried if he hung around the house, he might try something rash like steal Ezra’s clothes while he was in the shower or else grab him and drag him into his bedroom like a caveman. Roman had shown restraint all along. He didn’t want to falter now.
Jay noticed the distracted, restless way in which Roman was attacking their workout and asked the obvious question, “How’s Ezra?”
“He’s good,” Roman said with a giddy smile.
“You two knocking boots?”
“Jay.”
