“I told you it was a dump,” Tom said as they walked into his apartment. “It’s not much, but to me it’s home.”
There was a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. Tom quickly went into the room ahead of Alan and picked up the dirty clothes, depositing them in the corner of the room. Tom was glad he had at least pulled the covers up on the bed, stacked the TV trays he used for a table and put the weights away.
Alan looked around and said, “It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
“Okay, Alan. You sit yourself down here.” Tom indicated the bed. “And we’ll see where the mood takes us.”
Alan nodded mutely and did as he was told.
“You just let me take care of everything,” Tom added.
As Alan sat and watched, Tom began a slow strip. He stood with his legs spread and peeled his tight, black muscle tee over h
