Page 42 of At His Wife's Behest

“As loud as your friend was screaming, I don’t doubt it.”

Charlie grinned, a hint of pride in it. “He warned me he was a screamer. The twink didn’t lie.”

Charlie noted Charlie only had on a pair of boxers, his cock still semi-erect and poking through. “You wanna point that thing somewhere else?”

“Oh, come on, I thought you liked my dick?” He and Charlie had met on Grindr. Connor had been in a bottoming mood and big-dicked Charlie had fucked his brains out. Connor was a switch who preferred to top. Charlie was straight top. They’d soon realized they weren’t well suited for more than a couple of random nights.

Months later, he’d come to look at a room for rent on Craig’s List and came face-to-face with him again. He’d hosted the hookups, so he’d had no idea where Charlie lived. On first sight, he’d spun to leave. Charlie had stopped him, explaining his last freak of a roommate had taken off without word and left him high and dry. After dozens of weirdos had responded to his ad, he’d all but given up.

“It’s just a room, man. I know you and I didn’t fit in the bedroom, but I still thought you were an okay guy.Please… don’t make me offer that room to one of the crackpots that have stopped in this weekend. Unless you want to see me next time on the news… after I’m murdered.”

Connor had laughed. “Guilt trip much?”

“Hey, you owe me one.”

Connor frowned. “How do you figure?”

“I thought I’d found myself a sweet piece of regular ass—and then you tried to top me and ruined my good time.”

“Poor Charlie.”

“Come on, Connor… let’s be roomies. If it doesn’t work out, we can make a change.”

That had been four years before, and they’d become best friends over that time. Charlie was a bit wild and liked screamers, but otherwise, they made great roommates.

“I might’ve enjoyed it a night or two, but that doesn’t mean I need it staring at me—especially after it was just in some guy’s ass.”

“I wore a rubber.” Charlie laughed, adjusting himself and tucking his monster back into his shorts. “How was Italy?”

Connor’s smile faded.

“That good, hmm?”

“The guy…” Connor sighed.

“I warned you when you took this line of work that you’d end up getting too close to someone,” Charlie spat. “You’re a dumbass.”

“I knew him before I went to Italy,” Connor said. “He’s one of my parents.”

Charlie paused. “Like… from your class?”

“Yeah,” Connor said. “I didn’t know it was him. He didn’t know it was me.”

“And?”

“And… he’s… he’s…” Connor didn’t know how to put Kellan into words. Or how he felt. “I’d felt an attraction before Italy.”

“One week of fucking and sucking and now you’re hooked?”

“Can’t be. He’s rushing back to the closet to hide.”

“Ouch,” Charlie said, rubbing his bare chest. “Let that one go, man. More trouble than they’re worth. You got out of it easy, my friend.” He chuckled. “And paid, too. Could’ve been worse.”

Charlie wandered out, leaving Connor to think.Hadhe gotten out easy?

The following morning, he arrived to work early for once. Mr. Harding, the principal, checked his watch, frowning when he saw Connor. When he lifted his puzzled gaze, Connor fought a smile.

“Your mother’s better?”

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