Page 101 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

I flip it off, shut the drawer, and head into the shower.

Yeah.

Semi-nailed it.

“Good, good, right there!”

“You’re shouting again,” Joey says calmly.

“I can’t help it, man! You try being in my position and keeping quiet. Whoa, hold up. Stop.”

Joey stops immediately. “Something wrong?”

“This doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, a bit of concern in his voice.

“I don’t know. Can you just…look around back?”

“You want me to check the back door?”

“Yeah, man, take a peek at the back entrance. What else would I be—Oh,fuck. Need your hands up front. On me, on me!”

Joey’s character sprints over, already firing at the zombies quickly encroaching on our hiding spot. But it’s too late. We’re overrun with nowhere to escape to and not enough ammo to make it through the horde. The screen flashes red, and I drop my controller onto the coffee table.

“Fuuuck,” I moan. “I really thought we were going to make it to the cache that time.”

“We’ll get it next time,” Joey says, setting his own controller aside and propping his foot up. Our containers from dinner are still out, so I hop up to take care of those before rejoining Joey on the couch, landing with my head on his thigh. I give it a loving pat, and Joey huffs a laugh, his hand sinking into my hair as I scoot even closer, lifting his shirt enough to tuck my nose against his stomach.

True to his word, Joey has spent every night with me this week since we returned from New Hampshire. I’d feel guilty hogging so much of his time, except… He really doesn’t seem to mind it. And I’ve never slept so soundly in my life.

Emotional support cuddle-bro for the win.

Not thatsleepingis the only thing we’ve been doing. In fact…

“Well, hello, Mister Gregory,” I murmur, turning my face to greet the erection trying valiantly to poke me through Joey’s jeans. “We meet again, my friend.”

“You can ignore him if you want,” Joey says, never one to push or presume.

I snort, even as my insides fizz. “Now that’d just be rude,” I mumble, giving Greg a kiss through the fabric. “So, Joey, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yes?” he says, his breath hitching as I skim my hand up to his pec.So nice.

I give him an appreciative squeeze, thumb rolling over his nipple as I go on. “I’ve been thinking I’d really like to see how much of your dick I can fit in my mouth. And then, maybe, we could try the same with my ass?”

Joey stills, and I turn my face up to see him. He’s blinking down at me.

“You’d put your dick in my ass,” I clarify, in case that wasn’t clear. “Like, fuck me. You…fucking me.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he says hoarsely.

“I cleaned myself out, dude, and it’s been over the hour mark the instructions say to wait, so we’re totally good to go. Probably. Intheory. I gotta say, though, I have a whole new appreciation for bottoms. I mean, that shit takes some serious dedication, you know? Although I’m guessing it’ll be smoother sailing the next time around. Now that I know what to expect and all.”

“You cleaned yourself out,” he repeats.

“Yeah. Surprise? Why don’t you seem—Oh,hello.”

“I am happy,” he fills in, the hand he slipped into my pants grabbing hold of my ass. “You’re sure, bub?”

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