Their morning was stilted as they ate their granola bars in near silence. Conversation had been reduced to one-syllable words. They grabbed a taxi to see the Budweiser Clydesdales and take a tour through the brewery, making the decision to leave the car at the hotel in case they had a little too much to drink. A person couldn’t go to a brewery without sampling some beer, right? And alcohol was definitely something Craig was looking forward to.
Craig’s brain wouldn’t shut down as they sat quietly in the back of the taxi. He would never forget the sight of Mitchell standing in the shower, his body tight, one hand on his d**k, the other braced on the wall, water running down his flushed skin. That image would be imprinted in his brain forever. And the look on his face when he came was the mo
