It wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped. Judah worked during the day when I might be free, and I was on the clock until midnight, which meant any time we got together had to happen after I was done but not so late that he’d be a zombie the next morning. The first time we actually made it out was three nights after our phone call. He showed up at the restaurant, and we went to a bar in the Village that had jazz after midnight. His choice. I didn’t care about the music, which became pretty obvious about a half hour after we got there and my hand kept finding its way into his lap.
We went back to his place where we didn’t even make it to the bed. I pushed him to the door, attacked his mouth, and we jacked each other off until we’d come all over ourselves.
That night, I confirmed my earlier hypothesi
