I bet you usually work at weekends too, am I right?”
Bryan
ignored the question, especially as the answer would have been yes. “I want
adventure, Phiz!” He thought he sounded bold and assertive, though was worried
when Phiz flinched a little. “I want what you want, don’t I?”
“I
thought so. I hoped so.”
“There
you are!” Bryan patted his lap. “Come here, then.”
“Bryan.
It doesn’t happen like that.”
“You
like me?”
Phiz
nodded. “You know I do.”
“And
the kissing.”
“Yeah.”
“So
let’s do some more.”
“Bryan.”
But
Phiz let himself be tugged down onto the seat, to be perched on Bryan’s lap.
The kitchen chair squeaked: it wasn’t really built for two people. Bryan kissed
Phiz again, pulling him as close as possible. He ran his hands over his arse.
Wriggled an emboldened hand down the back of Phiz’s jeans. They were that
low-slung style that everyone younger than Bryan seemed to wear and the
waistband slipped down quite easily to Phiz’s hips. He was wearing black,