Chapter 15

Drake released their cocks, and went to kiss Jay again, his mind on moving them to the bedroom for round two, when a loud knock sounded on Jay’s apartment door.

“Who the fuck—”

“Oh, crap.” Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed away from Drake and tucked himself inside his pants, zipping up quick.

“Jay, it’s me, Bobby,” a guy yelled from the other side of the door.

Drake frowned. “Who is Bobby?” He stepped into the kitchen to wash his hands before righting himself.

Jay had turned scarlet. “I, uh, damn, uh, Drake, I have a date.”

Just like that the air left his lungs as though he’d been punched in the chest.

Fuck.

What kind of idiot was he? His gaze went to the pizza box and back to Jay, who looked anywhere but at Drake.

He forced himself to nod. “Sure. I’ll just go on back to my apartment.”

“Drake—”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded.” Drake looked down at himself, making sure there was no visible sign of what they’d just been doing. His stomach hurt like he’d been kicked in it, but otherwise he looked normal.

“I’m sorry,” Jay said. He had his fingers covering his lips and his eyes were still as wide as saucers. Adorable, really. “I can tell him to go.”

He shook his head and walked to the door, Jay following closely at his heels. He opened the door and stared out at Bobby.

Bobby looked a little too suave, a little too plastic Ken doll for Drake. Nope, not impressed. Drake put on his best hostile cop look and Bobby backed up a step.

“What? Who are you?” Bobby asked.

“Nobody. Just his neighbor dropping off an order for his nephew’s school.” Drake brushed past Bobby in the hallway and called over his shoulder as he headed to his own apartment door. “Have a good night.”

He closed his door behind him and clenched his fists, wanting to hit something. Ross. Bobby. The wall, maybe.

But really, what had he expected? He was too damn old for that kid anyway and he knew it. Jay should be going out with guys like Ken…Bobby.

Sure. He told himself that. But, then why did thoughts of that guy crouched over Jay while he fucked him bother Drake so much? 7

Jay knew he had to talk to Drake. Find out where they stood after last night. After Drake had left his apartment, Jay had sent Bobby home. Bobby hadn’t been pleased and had accused Jay of being a cock-tease. But fortunately, he had left when Jay asked him.

It had been hard not to rush over to Drake’s apartment as soon as Bobby left, but he’d resisted. He’d thought maybe talking to Drake would be better after they’d both had a night to think. Now Jay wondered if that had been a mistake.

Drake kissing him and jerking them both off had been…well, more than surprising. Not in his wildest dreams had he guessed that Drake would want him. Okay, well, yeah, maybe in his wildestdreams.

Now, Jay had to admit he was very nervous. And excited. Maybe a little hopeful, too. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stepped out of his apartment and walked the few feet to Drake’s door. For all he knew, Drake could be at work and this would be a real short visit.

Jay tapped tentatively on the door and waited, breath held. He hadn’t been sure how to dress. What did a guy wear when discussing…well, what were they discussing? More sex? Maybe seeing each other? So, he’d ended up just pulling on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. He’d wrapped the water color scarf around his neck.

Just when he thought maybe Drake wasn’t there after all, the door opened and Drake peered out at him.

“Oh, hi, Jay.” His gaze briefly flickered over the scarf, then back to Jay’s face.

“Hi. Can I come in?”

Drake hesitated, which made Jay’s stomach do a flip flop. “Sure.” He held the door open and Jay went inside.

“I wanted to talk about yesterday,” Jay explained. Drake wore a bathrobe and his hair was wet. “You just got out of the shower?”

Drake nodded. “I’m getting ready to go to work.”

“Oh. I thought, you know, maybe we could—”

“I don’t have a lot of time.”

He blinked. “I, well, I wanted to let you know that I sent Bobby home last night. I didn’t go through with the date.”

But Drake had walked into the kitchen and was pouring himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t even look like he’d been listening. Suddenly Jay realized this might have been a terrible mistake.