“Why?” Jayden could similarly hear Darren’s smirk. “You were pretty keen for me to shove you up against your bedroom door, last time I remember. Next time, I could get my hands down your jeans. Just think on it for a second. One hand down the front, one down the back. Wouldn’t have to take the jeans off, either, not unless you wear your scarily skinny ones. A quick one off the wrist—off my wrist, not yours…”
Jayden shifted uncomfortably, pinking at the thought and the sudden pressure in his jeans. “You’re disgusting,” he said lowly.
“And you’re at least half-hard by now,” Darren murmured, and the bastard was right, too. “I know I am.”
“You’re insatiable,” Jayden corrected himself, and Darren laughed.
“Mm, that too,” he said agreeably. “Unless you want phone sex, I’d better hang up.”