Chapter 10Greg followed Cisco home. It didn’t take him long to get the lemon chicken in the oven and the risotto with mushrooms and wild rice on the stovetop. He began to stir the glaze for the Brussels sprouts with onion, garlic and brown sugar and made a garden salad.
Cisco came downstairs in a pair of low riding sweats. Greg could see the trail of dark hair leading from his bellybutton to his c**k. He felt a stirring of his own.
“How long do I have until dinner is ready?” Cisco asked coming up behind Greg to tongue his neck.
“We have about an hour and a half. It will be ready by seven forty-five. Would you like a massage?” Greg asked, frantically looking for something he could do for Cisco.
“No. What I want is an armful of sub cuddling with me on the couch as we watch the news.” Gre
