After, he said to Tom, “I
miss us livin' tagether you know. It would be nice to cuddle
afterwards.”
“I could get a sofa.
My executive sofa!” Tom kissed him behind his ear.
“Why not? And why
don't we have dinner on Thursday night, and I can stay over at your
place?”
“Dinner? On you?”
“Yeah.” Keith
grinned at the other man. “Any way you want on or in or over me!”
Tom slapped his bum
gently. “Every way. You know that. But I meant, ya cheeky
bugger, are ya payin'?”
Keith nodded, his eyes
filled with love. He put his head against Tom's and whispered into
his ear, “You always hit the spot, Tom. I dunno that I'm as good
as you with that. That's why I like it when ya fuck me.”
“Might as well learn
then! And who better to learn from?” He hesitated a few seconds.
“Dya think Jace can do the bar by himself on Thursday?”
“Nah. Be a bit hard.
But Thursday's quiet, ya knaow, and I can ask Lou whether he'll help
out, and Esmé too. Maybe you should hire someone else so that, you
knaow, you and I can have more time together?”
“Ya knaow how difficult
it is to get good blaokes. Your Jason has turned out good. We'll
miss him when he goes back to England.”
“If he goes.”
“He might. You can't
trust paiple, Key.”
“I trust you, Tom.
Always.”
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