Page 112 of Slew Foot
Mickey sat up with a groan, his head still swimming a little. “We should get to the bus now though.”
After staggering out of bed, they cleaned up any remnants of cum on their skin with damp washcloths and smiled stupidly at each other in the bathroom mirror.
They righted their clothes and hair, then Mickey carefully bundled the messy sheets into a pile on the floor. He left a tip on the nightstand, grinning when Rafe added a little note saying, “Sorry for the mess!” with a cute little smiley face.
It was very Rafe and Mickey had to kiss him for it. He had a feeling he was going to be doing a lot of that in the future.
He wasn’t mad about it.
For a moment, they stood there, holding each other, and despite a funny little lurch in Mickey’s head like he was suddenly standing on the edge of a cliff, everything was too wonderful for him to do anything but smile.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“So, like, you guys aren’t planning to move out of the apartment, are you?” Tanner asked when they were in the elevator on the way to the lobby.
“No,” Mickey said, confused. “Why would we?”
Tanner shrugged. “I dunno. Just wondering.”
Mickey glanced over at Rafe. “I think we might share a bedroom most nights but …”
Rafe nodded eagerly.
“Cool. Maybe we could do something fun with Rafe’s old room,” Tanner suggested.
“Like what?” Rafe asked.
“I dunno. A cool gaming setup?”
“Do you have the money for that?” Mickey asked drily because yeah, he and Rafe were paying for rent and utilities, but theapartment was very out of Tanner’s budget, and he seemed to buy items on a whim.
There were always things scattered around the apartment that he bought and then never used, and Mickey often had to flatten the boxes and take them to the trash room for recycling.
“Oh, true.” Tanner looked crestfallen for a moment before he brightened. “I got a wad of cash from the bet though!”
Mickey wondered if Tanner had ever heard of a savings account or money management of any sort.
A few moments later, they arrived on the ground floor and Rafe stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. Mickey was on his heels and when he stopped in his tracks halfway to the door, Mickey almost ran into him.
He glanced around Rafe to see Logan Walker standing by a cluster of chairs.
Mickey let go of his suitcase and stepped up beside and a little ahead of Rafe. “Why are you here, Walker?” Mickey asked coldly.
“Dude,” Logan said, looking right past him. “Holy shit. What happened to your neck, Rafe?”
Rafe laughed. “What do you think?” He looked at Mickey with a little smile.
Mickey reached out and took his hand.
“Oh.” Logan winced, stepping back a little. “Guess I should have figured you were together, what with the way your boy went after me last night.”
Mickey bristled at being called Rafe’sboy, but Rafe spoke before he could.
“Why are you evenhere, Logan?”
“I came to see if he was okay,” Logan said, gesturing at Mickey. “Look, I’m sorry for the slew foot. It wasn’t intentional. Honest, man. I got tripped up and …”
“I don’t need your apology,” Mickey said, his voice still icy. “ButRafecould use an apology for the way you treated him when you moved on without telling him.”
