Barnaby gave him a quizzical look and then took another swallow of beer. He set it on the granite counter and then gifted Nathan with a devastating smile. “Why don’t you show me your bedroom?”
He frowned. “You saw it the other day—oh.”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Barnaby said, taking a step forward until they were an inch or two apart.
He could feel warmth radiating from the other man.
“Am not.”
Barnaby’s lips moved even closer, his breath caressing Nathan’s mouth. Nathan’s cock filled and rose to press against his briefs. He puckered to touch Barnaby’s pouty lips with his when Barnaby moved away with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and dashed out of the kitchen.
Nathan shook his head and followed. Barnaby was already slipping through the door of his bedroom. He hoped to God he had condoms and lube. If he didn’t…well, they’d be taking a brief break to go to the all-night drug store down the street.