Chapter 2“This is f*****g stupid!” Phil flung the pile of T-shirts on the bed. “What the hell does it matter what I wear?” Bobby was blind. He wouldn’t see what Phil was wearing. Or probably care. Why would he? “We aren’t f*****g dating or anything!” Who’d want to go out with him anyway? This hadn’t stopped Phil from taking extra time in the bathroom, showering, shaving, brushing his teeth, flossing, and gargling with mouthwash. Not that he’d get a chance to kiss Bobby again, but…
As he went through his clean up routine, Phil remembered the way Bobby had kissed him, held him, caressed him. In truth, he’d mentally replayed the scene in Bobby’s kitchen many times, leaving his c**k hard on and off—and mostly on—since Monday.
As Phil had promised, he’d called Raw. Naturally the older man had
