“If you fall into a hippopotamus exhibit at the zoo, chances are I’ll film it and put it on the Internet instead of helping you get out.”
“Sorry, can’t make it. Sandy and I are going away for the weekend to do boyfriend things.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.
He scrunched his face at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I bit his nipple.
It was glorious.
He laughed and pulled me toward him until I sat astride him. The look he gave me was so open and sweet that it made it kind of hard to breathe. I’d never had anyone look at me that way before. It made me think I was worth something to him, and didn’t that just blow my mind. Because this was Darren Mayne and I was… well. I was me. But if he could look at me like that, then maybe I’d done something to deserve it.
“You love me,” I said.
He shrugged and squirmed a little, clearly uncomfortable. But he kept his hands on my thighs, tracing his fingers along my skin. That was good enough for me.
“I’m not going to say it back,” I said slowly. “At least not yet. Not until I can be sure that you know I mean it.”
He grinned. It was wonderful. “I think I can live with that,” he said softly.
“Good,” I said roughly, wondering why the hell I was starting to get choked up, for fuck’s sake. “That’s real good.”
He reached up and tugged me down until he could kiss me thoroughly. I had no complaints with this, sighing happily as I pressed our foreheads together.
“Just think,” he said. “All of this is because of the gay bar.”
“What?” I asked, distracted by him hardening against my ass.
“The gay bar,” he repeated. “You know, how we had to raise that money—”
“Holy fucking shit!” I squealed, pulling away and sitting up quickly.
He grunted painfully as I squashed his balls, but I couldn’t be bothered with that. “Ow.”
“The gay bar!”
“What about it?” he said grumpily.
“We still have to save the fucking gay bar!” I shouted at him. “You’ve been distracting me with your masculine wiles and I didn’t even think to ask Mike how much money we raised.”
“My masculine what?”
I jumped up off him, trying not to be sidetracked by the fact that the Homo Jock King lay spread out before me, knowing I had a hand in how debauched he looked. “I have to talk to Mike. Now that you’ve pumped me full of your love, there are other things we have to focus on.”
“Never say that I pumped you full of my love ever again.”
I cocked my head at him as he pushed himself up. “But that’s what you did. And stop distracting me with your… existence.”
He stood in front of me, fully nude. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
I glared at him. “You know what it means. You’re all muscles and chest hair and awesomeness and there are places on you I still haven’t gotten to suck. Stop trying to distract me!”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll get right on that.”
“Are you flexing?” I hissed at him.
“No, of course not. That would be ridiculous.” Then, “Is it working?”