Chapter 10

“When you’re done using the clean side of your cum shirt as a napkin,” Major watched as I rubbed at my torso, “I’ll head down to the basement to throw in some laundry.”

I swiped some cookie crumb shrapnel off my tablet screen first. I was back to scouring HotGay4U.com, since my earlier search had led nowhere. “Here you go.” My lack of athletic skill resulted in the shirt hitting Major in the face. “Oh. Frick.”

He chuckled. “I know you couldn’t do that on purpose if you tried. You want me to throw in the clothes you brought back from your trip?”

“Dude.” I got my head out of my browsing. “You don’t have to wash my clothes.”

“Dude.” He picked up the gym bag I’d brought in upon arriving. “You turn a dial. It’s not like I’m beating them against a rock. You’re letting me stay here. It’s the least I can do.”

“It’s barely two weeks. You took great care of Ginger, and don’t sniff my underwear.”