Darrin smiled to himself as he remembered writing that note before he’d met Brad in person and discovering he was a football player.. “Pass or play,” he said quietly. He didn’t realize at the time he wrote that note of the double entendre implied by those words.
Darrin walked toward the bathroom, stripping off his clothing as he went. Whenever the Hounds won, which they were doing frequently this season, Brad would come back to the apartment, testosterone charged. Today, probably, even more so. It had been a close game. Brad had been the hero of the day. He had more than made up for jumping the snap and drawing the penalty for a false start. Yes, Brad would be ready to demonstrate his manliness that night for sure. And Darrin wouldn’t mind one bit.
Darrin knew Brad would be calling soon.
