“Nope!” Ian exclaimed teasingly.
“Hey, Mike. We’ll see you at home. I need to plant my musky armpits right in Ian’s face, so he can smell my manly scent. Love you, Mike.”
“Love you, Mike.”
“Love you, too, babes,” he replied, but he ended up laughing out loud.
There was the sound of Ian shouting out “Yuck, get your stinky armpits away from my nose, you bastard!” followed by Tim’s “Oh, you’re going to get it now for sure. You know you love the smell of…” from the other end. He shook his head fondly as he pressed the End Call button on his phone.
Fortunately, traffic was not so bad that evening. Mike managed to reach home before seven o’clock. He parked the car in the garage and alighted before he closed the garage door by pressing on the remote control. He made a mental note to get another one for Ian. He smiled happily when he got into the living room. Ian and Tim were cuddling as they watched a documentary on the television.