At the curb in front of the house he shared with his roommates, Liam staggered from the van. “Doc Martin!” one of the guys called after him, and laughter splattered the night. Even Liam managed a grin.
Cooper climbed out behind him and slammed the back door shut. “Doc,” he said softly. When Liam started up the driveway, Cooper caught his hand and pulled him back. “What, no goodbye kiss?”
“Cooper,” Liam said, suddenly unsure.
Had he really gotten a blowjob from this man? Less than a half hour ago—did that really happen? His pants were damp from spilled alcohol and his d**k ached, he felt happier than he had in weeks, and he hadn’t gotten laid but it was damn close, wasn’t it? It was something to remember.
He squeezed Cooper’s hand in his and smiled wryly. “You were right,” he told him
