The game had already started by a couple of minutes when Scott got to Mark’s house. He let himself in. He’d had a key for years, for many reasons.
Mark came into the hallway, beer bottle in hand. “They’re losing by a couple baskets already.”
“Were you actually planning on watching the game?” Scott teased.
“Hell, no.” Mark clutched the front of Scott’s uniform shirt and pulled him into a kiss. “I was planning on having you have another go at screwing me.” Mark looked vaguely embarrassed. “I watched a video. I thought it would make it easier to figure it out.”
Scott chuckled. “Oh really…mmm, we’ll see if it helps.”
They left the TV on downstairs and hurried up to the bedroom, hastily stripping. Scott paused for a moment to gaze at Mark as he stretched out on the bed. How long had they k
