Ryan didn’t think he’d ever fully appreciated how great his bed was until last night. He’d slept better than he had in ages. He tightened his arm around Fabian, pulling him closer.
“You ever gonna let me go?” Fabian teased.
“Nope.”
Fabian giggled. “I have to pee!”
With an exaggerated sigh, Ryan released him, and Fabian slipped out from under the covers. He was still naked, and looked stunning in the morning light that poured from the windows Ryan had forgotten to draw the curtains on. He scurried off to the bathroom, and a minute later he yelped, “Shit! My makeup!”
He poked his head out of the bathroom, and Ryan could see how badly his makeup had smeared.
“I don’t suppose you have any makeup remover? Preferably sulfate-free?”
Ryan laughed. “No. Sorry.”
“Well, just a facial cleanser then. Something gentle.”
“There’s a bar of soap in the shower.”
Fabian blinked at him. “I’m sorry. You wash your face withwhat now?”
“Soap. Why?”
He thought Fabian muttered something like “This is a nightmare” as he retreated into the bathroom. A moment later, Ryan heard the sink faucet running. It seemed to take a long time, but eventually Fabian emerged from the bathroom, his face free of makeup and his bangs damp. He darted to the bed, his dick swinging as he ran, which made Ryan laugh.
“Cold!” Fabian complained as he burrowed under the covers and snuggled back up to Ryan. “I can’t believe I fell asleep withmakeup on. God, my skin is going to be a disaster.”
Ryan rolled him over so they were face-to-face. “Looks good to me.” He loved how Fabian looked in makeup, but he was also a big fan of this version of the man: undecorated and boyish looking, even at thirty-one years old.
“What’s on your schedule today?” Fabian asked.
“Nothing.”
“I have to work at four. At the drugstore.”
“But you’re free until then?”
Fabian smiled. “I’m all yours.”
God, if only. But for right now, he was. He was in Ryan’s arms, in Ryan’s bed, so Ryan kissed him. He realized, after they’d started, that he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. Fabian tasted like he’d maybe borrowed some of Ryan’s toothpaste for a quick rinse. He broke the kiss. “Sorry. I must be disgusting.”
“Hardly.”
“I’m going to take a shower. I don’t know if you’re wanting to, you know, do sex stuff. But I can’t unless I clean up a bit.”
Fabian kissed his cheek. “You’d better clean up then, because I would very much like to do sex stuff.”
Ryan liked the sound of that, and Ryan’s dickreallyliked the sound of that. It was nice to be on the same page for once.
“I could use a rinse myself,” Fabian said casually. “I noticed your shower is pretty big. Probably enough room for two, even.”
“I take up a lot of space.”
“I’m sure I could fit myself insomewhere.”
Ryan flushed. Fabian was so effortlessly sexy. How did he do it? Ryan’s best attempt at dirty talk was stammering out suggestions of “sex stuff.”
Ryan got the shower started, then took a moment to brush his teeth before joining Fabian under the spray. He had been enthralled by Fabian’s body before, but seeing him wet, with water streaming down the smooth, lean lines of his body, was something else. It was so captivating that Ryan didn’t have the spare brain power to be self-conscious about his own body.
