“Uh, hi, Kel,” Will stammered.
“Good morning,” came Kelly's voice over the phone. “And who is Robby?”
“Ah, he’s a guy I met…” Will didn’t want to tell Kelly where.
Robby wiggled his butt against Will’s cock. “I hope I’m more than just a guy you met,” he said teasingly.
Will turned away. Swinging his legs off the bed he sat on the edge facing away from Robby, who followed him, wrapping both his arms and legs around Will’s torso and laying his head on his shoulder.
“What’s that, Kel?” The action and distraction of the moment caused Will not to pay attention to what his ex was saying.
“I said, ‘Robby Who?’”
“Uh, just ah…Robby.”
Robby, evidently figuring out what Kelly had asked, tipped the phone toward him and shouted, “Robert James Williams-Turner,” and proceeded to bite and kiss Will on the neck.
“Ouch!”
“Will, what’s he talking about? Will? What happened?”
Will sat with the phone in his hand, staring with wide eyes at the wall.