Feeling unsure again, Darrell fidgeted. He thought it would be too crude to say something like…”pull out those condoms”…even if that’s what he wanted to say. Should he offer Travis a drink? Ask him if he wanted to watch a movie? Order that pizza? He wasn’t sure Travis wanted to get naked as soon as they returned. He did, of course. He hadn’t been able to think about much else, really.
Finally after what seemed an eternity but probably was a few seconds, Travis turned around to look at him. Darrell’s breath stilled, his pulse raced. Travis held a strip of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. His absurdly beautiful turquoise eyes sparkled.
Darrell’s mouth went dry. He wet his lips with his tongue, feeling heat infuse his cheeks and flow through his torso straight down to his already rising cock. Clenching his fists to get himself somewhat under control, he smiled. “Great minds think alike.”