Chapter 9

“You will be, you are,” Zack says. He kisses Richard on the lips, sinking into the kiss, his lips buzzing slightly when the kiss breaks.

“Tell me if this is too forward, but I was thinking we could take this to my bedroom? More room than the couch, and Biscuit will stay down here if I tell her to,” Richard says, his fingers tickling slightly as they brush over Zack’s arms, making him squirm.

“Not too forward. I’d like to see your room.” Zack nods.

They pull back the tangled blanket and get up off the couch together. Richard grabs a dog treat and puts it in Biscuits basket, telling her to stay. Then he takes Zack’s hand and leads the way upstairs and down a hallway, through an open door into a bedroom. Richard pulls the door shut behind them.

Zack looks around a little. Richard’s room is neater than his, a large bed in the middle of the room, a closet and a few dressers, some watercolor paintings, a dog bed in the corner.