Josh sat back on his heel again, smiling before lasciviously dragging a hand across his mouth. Barrett was exhausted, out of breath, and still not entirely sure that whatever had just happened had really happened.
“That was amazing,” he breathed out.
“Thanks, Princess,” Josh teased.
Barrett rolled his eyes and sighed. “I really do have a puppy. She’s getting here tomorrow.”
He leaned over to fumble in the pocket of his discarded pants, grabbing his cell phone and unlocking it before navigating to a picture of his new puppy.
“Oh my God,” Josh said, taking the phone from him. Barrett used the moment of distraction to pull his pants on again. Josh flipped through the pictures. “She’s really cute, Barrett. I can’t wait to meet the real Princess.”
“Why don’t I bring her by tomorrow?”
Josh leaned up, pressing the phone into Barrett’s hand and then stealing a kiss.
“Why don’t I come by tomorrow with some takeout and meet her?” Josh asked.
“That... Sounds really good, actually.”
“Good. It’s a date.”