Chapter 5
The next morning, Jim woke in the basement bed, facing Brian, his lover’s hand on his hip. Jim turned over to hide his morning wood, even though Brian still slept. The light was still on and the temperature felt comfortable. He wished his house had a basement, but it wouldn’t be the same without Brian. Then Jim grinned, rolled back, and put Brian’s hand on his hip again.
Brian stirred, then stood, a huge boner in his briefs. “I have to whiz so bad.”
“Proper grammar is ‘badly.’”
“I’m going to be a cook, not an effing English professor.” Brian ran upstairs.
Jim followed, urged on by his need to also take a leak. He stared at Brian’s sexy ass, wishing he could grab a handful, and then he did. In the only bathroom of the two-bedroom home, they stood side-by-side at the toilet li
