Page 71 of Method Acting

“Post that photo and you die,” I said. “I fucking mean it, Jimmy.”

Amos stirred, pulling away from me, confused. He looked at the now-closed door. “What?”

I pulled him back close. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

He held his breath, then he let it out with a sigh. “I fell asleep,” he mumbled, clearly still trying to come to grips with the world.

“Best nap ever,” I replied. “We should do this more often. Like all night. Except at your place because my friends are assholes.”

He pulled away for real this time and sat up, scrubbing his hand over his face and through his hair. “What time is it?” he murmured, grabbing his phone. “Ugh.”

He held it so I could see the screen. It was 5:42.

“Shit.” I sat up, bending my legs to hide my semi. “We should get ready to go.”

“I was just gonna wear this,” he mumbled, pulling at his T-shirt.

“Yeah, same.”

“Do you plan on wearing a shirt? Or is everyone getting to appreciate your emotional support tiddies?”

I snorted out a laugh, then took his hand and placed it over my pec, giving myself a bit of a squeeze. “These are Elijah’s emotional support tiddies now.”

I dropped my hand from his but he kept his hand right there, cupping my pec. “Are these like an A cup?”

I batted his hand away. “Fuck you.”

He smirked. “Get up and put a shirt on.” He stood up and stretched his hands over his head, giving me a peek of pale skin above the waistband of his jeans and... and a decent bulge at his crotch.

“Damn, Amos,” I murmured. “Do you have a concealed weapon permit for that?”

He pulled his shirt down and gave me an annoyed glare. “Shut the fuck up and stop staring at my... me.”

I gave my semi a squeeze. “Or we could skip the movie and stay in.”

He stared.

Holy hell. Was that... was that interest in those dark eyes?

I stood up, adjusting my junk, not even attempting to hide my semi now. “For real, though,” I said. “We could act out some roleplaying. I could be a really annoying jerk and you could give me another lesson in consent. But we’d be naked and you’d have to remind me over and over with your dick in my ass.”

His mouth fell open.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that, and I?—”

He threw my shirt at me. “Get dressed.”

“Or? Was that a threat? Get dressed or what? You’ll make me suck your dick? Because it’s been far too long since?—”

“Or I’ll go home.”

Oh.

I pouted. “That’s no fun. The fucking and the dick sucking is so much more fun than that.”

He glared, all serious business. “Chase.”

“Fine.” I sighed and pouted some more, but he was clearly not playing. I pulled my shirt over my head. “Did you wanna eat something here or should we grab something at the pier?”

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