Chapter 39

“Yeah, I guess I can.” He nodded. “Cool, that works.”

Barnaby threw his arms around his neck and kissed him. “I’m glad you invited me over.”

He groaned and returned the kiss, deepening it and sucking on Barnaby’s lip. “If we keep this up, dinner will be really late.”

“Is that so bad?” Barnaby leaned into him, rubbing his erection against Nathan’s.

Nathan set his drink down and grabbed Barnaby’s ass, pressing their bodies closer together still. “At the moment, it doesn’t seem to matter about dinner at all.”

“Oh, God, Nathan, fuck me,” Barnaby gasped against his throat.

The makings of their dinner discarded, at least temporarily, he grabbed Barnaby’s hand and pulled him down the hall toward his bedroom.

He shoved Barnaby toward the bed, maybe a little too roughly, though Barnaby didn’t protest, and with Barnaby face down on the mattress, Nathan tried to tug down his skinny black jeans. It wasn’t working and he gave a snort of frustration.