“Think this cucumber will be big enough?” Joey growled in Kevin’s ear, as he rubbed the vegetable along Kevin’s arse-crack.
Kevin went a deep shade of red.
Joey smiled; he hadn’t had as much fun doing the shopping in ages.
After he’d showered, Joey re-dressed in his clothes, which were a bit wrinkled, then he’d supervised what Kevin was going to wear. The guy had little or no fashion sense; Joey knew he’d have to take his pup clothes shopping one day soon. Then, as his stomach was beginning to think that his throat was cut, he’d whisked Kevin off to his favourite café for a full English fry up.
Kevin had protested he couldn’t eat all Joey had ordered for him.
“Get it down your neck, you’re all skin and bone.”
“You sound just like your mother,” Kevin had said with a giggle.
Joe
