“Okay. Think I’ll get undressed now. So unless you want to see me naked, you might want to leave.” Kyle tugged the shirt off, exposing those damn nipple rings again. Dave pulled at the collar of his shirt.
“Um, I’ll see you later. An-any foods you like or don’t like?”
“I don’t like asparagus.” Kyle stood and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. “Or Lima beans. I’m not real fond of ribs either. But I’ll eat just about anything else. Enchiladas would be cool.”
Dave stood in the doorway of the bedroom telling himself to leave now. If he stayed and watched Kyle remove the shorts…Well, he’d see something he wanted. That was for damn sure.
“Enchiladas it is, then. Are frozen ones okay? I’m not much of a chef,” Dave admitted, his gaze now transfixed on Kyle tugging down the navy shorts. He had to admit he stayed there in the doorway on purpose. He wanted to see Kyle’s cock and ass.