Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Sex isn’t just orgasm count for me. Sometimes kissing and not getting off is fine by me. Ignore my hard-on and give me a good-night kiss. Please?”
“Good-night? You’re going?”
“My grandma will probably be home soon.” That and Rain didn’t want to overstay his welcome. This had already been a damn near perfect evening, and he could tell Garrick was tired, like actually physically worn out, not just tired of the talking. There would be time enough for Rain to show Garrick that not all make-out sessions required orgasms for either of them. “I don’t want to stay out all night and worry her, not without telling her—”
“Fuck. Somehow I forgot about Shirley. She’s going to kill me for fooling around with you—”
“No, she won’t. And I’m not planning to sneak around. She knows we’re friends and thinks it’s great. Now exactly what type of friend, that’s between us, but I’m not really into being some dirty secret. Been there, got the T-shirt, not going to go there again.”
“Fair enough.” Garrick scrubbed at his hair. “I’m not planning on hiding anything either. I don’t ever want to make you feel bad, Rain. I mean that.”
“Appreciate that.” This time when Rain leaned in to kiss him, Garrick let him, and it was a sweet, sweet kiss that felt like the cementing of a deal. At first it was Rain kissing Garrick, a soft press of their mouths together, but then Garrick groaned and deepened the kiss, nipping at Rain’s mouth until he let him in, tongue making Rain’s toes literally curl against the impossibly soft sheets. They kissed long moments until they were both breathing hard when Garrick released him.
“Oh, damn. I’m supposed to get dressed after that?” Rain both groaned and laughed as he hefted himself out of the bed, determined to keep his promise even if he wanted more of what Garrick had on offer, like years and years more kisses like that, yes please.
“Don’t strangle your dick.” Laughing like a teenager, Garrick flopped back against his pillows. “Rain?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad we’re friends. Lock up when you leave?” Garrick yawned.
“I’m glad too. And I will.”
And as he locked up and left, Rain’s cock might have been aching for another round or seven, but his heart and footsteps were light. He couldn’t help but hope this was indeed the start of a great friendship, and that he could convince Garrick more naked time was exactly what they both needed.
* * *
Garrick almost spit water across the break room when he glanced at his phone’s newest text message.
How’d it go at the dick doctor? :) :)
Rain’s text was about as unsubtle and direct as the rest of him, and it made Garrick laugh out loud to the empty room, which was undoubtedly Rain’s intent. He’d been doing a lot more of that since Rain came into his life, laughing and feeling light and hopeful, and he loved it. He was, however, glad he was alone in here for the message and not at his desk out in the main office. So far it was day three on the new job. His had been the fastest government hire Garrick had heard of—application last Wednesday, a day after talking to Fred, and here it was, the following Thursday. Most of what they had him doing right now was all the new hire paperwork and required trainings and reading of manuals, so he was understandably taking his time on this break, eating his snack and composing a fast response to Rain about his neurologist appointment that morning.
Neurologist is referring me to a urologist—an actual dick doctor, fucker. I’ll tell you more when you come over tonight. Are you eating with Shirley? If not, I saw a recipe using lentils as taco filling we could try.
They’d been eating together some nights, and Garrick found he looked forward to seeing Rain more each day. He’d seen the recipe in a cooking magazine in the doctor’s office and taken a picture of it, and simply thinking of Rain had made him relax, temporarily forget the reason for the appointment. Because of damn course it hadn’t been as easy as a single email, and his doctor had wanted to see him in the office. Which had meant a lot of talking to the posters of spines and nerves in the exam room, avoiding looking directly at his doctor, a matronly neurologist who made him feel like he was trying to discuss his sex life with his mom.
But thinking about Rain had helped. They’d had a few more kisses in the past week, each sweeter than the last, and simply hanging out reminded Garrick why he needed to have the talk with his doctor. Not that Rain pushed or even teased that much, letting Garrick have space to sort out the whole doctor thing, but he was so damn sexy and fun, even when he wasn’t trying that hard to be. They’d moved their workouts to earlier to accommodate Garrick’s new schedule, and even bleary eyed, Rain was still the cutest wakeup call Garrick could imagine.