Chapter 46

“Fank?” Liam called from the john.

“Yes, Liam.” Frank answered from the table in the kitchen.

“You come b-bathe n-now, s-so I can w-watch.”

Frank pushed his plate back. He made his way to the bathroom—a couple of steps, really—where Liam stood in the tub shower with a towel around his middle.

“I’ll shower later,” Frank said.

“Fank…kiss.”

“Huh?”

Liam leaned closer. “Fank…kiss.” Liam’s tummy stuck out a bit now. The roundness, brought on by spaghetti sandwiches and huge bowls of ice cream over a very short period of time, was sexy and adorable.

“Liam…you know we can’t.”

“Fank…kiss.” The towel came off.

Frank rolled his eyes. “Fank cannot kiss Liam, Liam.” He tugged at the denim covering his crotch. His rather excited body was fighting his slightly perturbed intellect and stunningly weak will every step of the way. “Besides, I’m disgusting.”

“Come here.” Liam brought the towel to his lips. “Kiss me.”

“Through a wet towel? I don’t think so. Sorry, Liam.”