Chapter 61

“Oh fuck you, that’s dirty pool.”

“What, they’re my favourites.”

“They make your admittedly nice arse into something completely bloody ridiculous and you know it. I’m going to have a semi all day.”

“Poor you,” Anton said mockingly, then grinned, palming his crotch. “So will I, sort of.”

“I have to make the joke I was too carried away to make yesterday.”

“What?”

“That was your dick in a box.”

Anton laughed, caught off-guard by the sudden switch in Jude’s tone, and punched him in the shoulder before rummaging up a T-shirt. For a split second, he hesitated, then called himself stupid—after all, he’d been in his binder and nothing else when Jude had gone down on him the previous night, Jude knew the damn thing was there and what it looked like—and tore his school shirt off. Jude whistled obscenely before the T-shirt went on, and Anton scowled at him.

“Stop trying for a shag!”

“Never!”