Chapter 10

You don’t know that.Krish doesn’t like to see Dane this way, so worked up over some damn musician giving him the time of day. When the phone rings a third time, he sighs lustily and rolls onto his side. “So you gonna answer it or what?” His voice comes out harsher than he intends.

Dane doesn’t notice. He hops up from the sofa, stumbles around the coffee table and almost runs into the wall before he makes it to the phone. “Take it easy,” Krish grumbles, sitting up. The moment’s lost now, isn’t it? Still, he doesn’t bother to tuck himself back into his jeans—he has to slouch in the sofa, it hurts when he tries to sit upright, he’s too hard for that. Snagging the remote, he turns down the volume and listens as Dane answers the phone, fingers stroking his dick absently where it peeks out of his fly.

“Hello?” Dane speaks low, trepidatious, unsure.