Late Thursday evening, Arthur brushed his teeth, washed his face, and wiped the counter down in the cozy bathroom of his modest apartment. He straightened the hanging towels and made sure the top was down on the toilet, and then stood in front of the mirror, talking to it.
“Keep your shape, dude. You’re thirty. That’s like fifty for straights.” He rubbed his hands over his arms and torso, enjoying his lithe body. One hand lingered over his low-rise aqua briefs, squeezing his package.
Someday, I’ll meet the right guy.
He headed to the apartment’s front door to be sure the deadbolt was locked when Xander pushed through it. Arthur grinned. “Well, hey there. You’re late getting home.”
Xander’s smile crinkled his eyes and lit his face as it always did. “You know how it is, long hours at wor
