Taken

“Hey, did you meet Matt’s new friend from work? Sean?” Tristan nodded in satisfaction. “I think I’m in there. I totally could have closed the deal tonight, but he left early.”

Cody tried to keep his body relaxed. It wasn’t like he’d been fooling himself about what this was. Not anymore. “If he left early, that doesn’t sound like he was all that into you.”

“Nah, he was. He was just being coy, or something. Playing hard to get. But he had his hand on my thigh for, like, half-an-hour right before he left. Like, upper thigh. There was contact with the unmentionables, if you know what I mean.”

“’Unmentionables’ are underwear, Tristan. It’s not really that exciting if he touched your underwear.”

“Okay, Mr. English Major. He was touching my junk, is that better?”
“He touched it, and then left? Damn—that sucks, man. I mean… you’re not that small. I’m sure you could have found a way to make it work.”

“Code, that line would be a hell of a lot more effective if I hadn’t just fucked you into a hands-free orgasm.” Tristan took a moment to enjoy his victory, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. “You’re still on for tomorrow, right? Kelly’s barbecue?” He was looking for his underwear; Cody didn’t bother to point out that they were still bunched up with his jeans.

“Yeah.” He wanted to say something. Wanted to reach over, pull Tristan back into the bed, snuggle into him and keep him there. He wanted to hold Tristan there forever, just the two of them, talking and fooling around and then talking some more. “You want to stick around? We could watch some TV, have another round…” God, he was pathetic, waiting there like a damn puppy hoping its owner would give it a scratch behind its ears.

“Nah. I should go. You need your beauty sleep, after all. Like, you really need it.” Tristan found his underwear and stood to pull them on, and Cody let himself stare a little. Tristan was beautiful. So beautiful it hurt to look at him, sometimes, but it was the kind of hurt that Cody couldn’t stay away from.