Page 117 of Finance Bros
“I had a good time at dinner,” I say to the ceiling. “If you didn’t, just say no next time.”
“There’s gonna be a next time?”
“Oh, fuck off, Mal.” I flip over again, giving him my back.
“I did have a good time,” he says.
“Then why are you acting like I was bending over backwards to do some favor for you?”
“Were you?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Because,” he says, sounding as frustrated as I am. “You’ve been really hard to read, and I don’t want you thinking you need to throw me a bone because I had a rough few days.”
“No? So you’d rather I didn’t go pick up the dog?”
“No. I love that you picked up the dog. I’m pretty sure I let you know how much.”
If he’s referring to having him on his knees sucking my dick while I sat on the edge of the bed thrusting into his throat, then yes. He showed more than enough gratitude. I wish he hadn’t brought that up. It’s gonna make me hard again, and I’m determined to prove I can sleep with him in the same bed. “Then what is this about?”
“I guess what I’m saying is you scare the shit out of me. Meaning you make me really fucking nervous, so don’t be surprised if I keep fucking up.”
“You haven’t fucked up at all,” I argue.
“That’s not what it feels like.”
I groan. I’m done talking. This is going nowhere. “Look, I turned over because I don’t know if I can sleep with you all up in my face.”
“Does spooning count?” he asks.
Spooning requires a cock against an ass. Pants or not, where there’s friction, there’s fire. But if it shuts him up…
Without a word, I turn toward him again, give him a look, and he turns away from me. I stuff one arm underneath his pillow, wrap the other around his waist, and tuck my bent legs against his.
He slides his hand up and down my forearm and lets out a long breath. There’s a shakiness to it that makes me believe him when he says I make him nervous. I don’t mind because it levels the playing field. I wouldn’t call the way I get when he’s around anxious, exactly, but out of sorts, maybe? Fucked up? Confused.
And now, as I very much suspected I would be once I got this close to him, aroused.
It doesn’t take much. My dick against his ass. One slight squirm of him getting situated in my arms, and I’m ready to dry hump him.
He turns his head to look at me, and I stare back with narrowed eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says. “Good night.”
“You good?” I ask.
“Yeah. You?”
“Sure.”
“If you get uncomfortable, let me know. We can adjust,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say.
He settles his head on the pillow, shifting his ass slightly against my cock again. I bite my lip so I don’t hiss.
I close my eyes and try to ignore the fact that his hole isright there. I have plenty of things to think about. A podcast script for example. I could think about that. Topics we should cover. What dynamic we want to aim for. Guests we could have. All things I can talk with him about tomorrow. Surely it won’t be this difficult to concentrate once I’ve had some coffee and we have an agenda to tick through.
