Chapter 4It wasn’t the day Michael expected. Well, parts of it were. Breakfast was expected, if only because much of it had been his idea. When he woke up, it was to the scent of pancakes and the sound of Tre’s low voice as he thanked whoever had delivered the room service. Drizzling maple syrup over Tre’s c**k before sucking him down his throat had been his idea, too.
At least, he thought so. Some of their middle of the night conversation was a blur to him.
As exciting a thought as it was, they didn’t spend the entire day f*****g. A morning nap was followed by a long discussion about living in the nation’s capital, and an hour later, Michael realized Tre was almost as intelligent as he was good-looking. He had strong opinions about politics and world events, but even when they didn’t ag
