Chapter 7: Sunday
It was late in the morning when Doug stirred sleepily on his side of the bed, yawning. He peeled open an eye to greet the day. “Time to get up, huh?”
Beckett stood beside the bed, shrugging into casual sweats and smelling fresh from a shower. He met Doug’s drowsy gaze and frowned fondly. “Yes. We need to get ready to go over to Sam and Alan’s. Since we never made the celebrations last night, I said we’d visit them sometime today.” His eyes lingered over the folds of the sheet, plumped up over Doug’s lap, and his body tensed. He licked his lips.
“Any time for breakfast?” Doug murmured. He let his eyes linger on Beckett’s groin. “Or is it lunch already?”
“Does that matter?” Beckett growled. With his free hand, he started to loosen the waist of his sweats.
Doug peered a
