“Think we could have found a seedier hotel,” Rico grumbled once he and Roger were inside their room and had set up the portable security.
“Probably, but we need to be closer to the Center than the nicer hotels are. This place isn’t all that bad, just old.”
“Old and tired, like me.” Rico flopped down on the bed, muttering they could at least have given them a mattress for it, not a board covered with straw.
“You, my love, are spoiled,” Roger told him. “It’s a perfectly good bed, just not quite as nice as ours.”
“Or as big, or soft, or…or…” Rico’s muttering stilled as it always did when he watched Roger undressing.
Roger lifted an eyebrow, amused at the look on his husband’s face. “Lust mixed with disgust, an interesting combination.” He pulled Rico to his feet and started unbuttoning h
