“I don’t have a change of clothes.”
Darrell stood and cleared their now empty plates. “I’ve got several pairs of shorts and some shirts that would fit you. Or we can just stop by your place on the way to the harbor and you can change then.”
Seemed like Darrell had an answer for any argument he had to give. “Great, sounds like a plan.”
* * * *
Darrell couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed an evening like this. They’d watched all the various Die Hardmovies, laughing and commenting throughout them. They’d switched to beers and he’d made popcorn. Really he hadn’t wanted the night to end. At least Travis wasn’t going home.
But Darrell had always been a cautious man. Starting anything, even casual sex with Travis, could get complicated. Since the firm was Travis’s, if something bad happened between them it would be Darrell who’d be forced to find new employment.
That didn’t stop him from wanting to bend Travis over the sofa and fucking him deep and slow