Alan smirks. “He doesn’t have to know that, does he?”
Rolling his eyes, Jim mutters, “Fine. We’ll do it your way…thistime. But I’m coming home with you next time. You said I could, and I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I can’t wait. Come here.”
Alan leans in as Jim leans forward, and he presses his lips to his lover’s, savoring the kiss.
“I had a wonderful time tonight,” he murmurs against Jim’s mouth. “And I’m serious. I can’t wait to do it again.”
Jim kisses him again, harder. “Tomorrow, then. Or wait, it’s after midnight? Tonight. If you don’t have any other plans.”
With a laugh, Alan admits, “I don’t. But I have to get home and get my beauty sleep or you won’t want to be around me later, I promise.”
“So go.”