ritual. Pax was added a couple of years later, and now we have his boyfriend and apparently bonus friends. I’m fine with all of that, but I can’t lose Bishop from this equation.
Hudson: What do you mean? You have other plans tonight instead?
The very thought of it has me bouncing my knee and biting the thumbnail on my freehand while I wait for his response.
Bishop: Not really.
I let out a sigh of relief before rapidly typing my response.
Hudson: Come tonight. I miss you.
The dots bounce beside his name again, and I start to second guess my frankness. Should I not have said I miss him? For five years it’s been nothing but a mess of mixed signals from my best friend. One minute he’s melting against me, kissing me like our lives depend on it, and the next he can’t get out the door fast enough. He’ll curl up against me when we watch a movie together, but god forbid anyone else sees us together. At Thanksgiving, Elijah and Pax walked in on us making out in Seph’s kitchen, and I’ve never felt him tense so fast against me. I’m sure I fucked that up too, slipping out of the kitchen as fast as I could in hopes of keeping anyone from asking any questions that might upset him. He insists we’re only friends, then he dumps me out of nowhere.
A response finally pops up, and I shake off my thoughts so I can read it.
Bishop: I’ll see you tonight.
A grin spreads across my lips, and as much as I’m itching to type back a longer response, I force myself to send a thumbs up and leave it at that.
Leo
I jog up the stairs to Bishop’s apartment with a spring in my step and a grin on my face. My first week at my new law firm went better than I ever hoped. The partners are all friendly and welcoming, and getting away from corporate law to focus on helping people feels like it’s going to be exactly what I’ve been needing.
Coming home to Bishop every night hasn’t hurt one bit either. Although, a real bed would be a bonus. His couch is starting to do a number on my neck. Not that I’m about to complain when I haven’t given a single second of thought to looking for my own place yet. Why would I when I get to come home to my best friend every night and a few rounds of video games or a movie together. All the loneliness from New York is a distant memory, and I’m in no hurry to be in my own place.
I step through the door, setting my briefcase down and bending over to take off my shoes. When Bishop is in the living room, I’ve been sure to take my time to give him a nice long look at my well-sculpted ass, but since there’s no one here to enjoy the show at the moment, I take them off quickly and stand back up.
“B?” I call out, not wasting a second untucking my shirt and working the buttons open.
“Out in a second,” he answers from down the hallway. Shrugging my shirt off, I toss it onto the couch and start on my pants. When I have them down around my ankles, I hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, and I smirk. I turn so my ass is pointed toward the hallway and bend over.
“How was—Oh for the love of god.”
I chuckle, standing up and turning around to face him, more than aware of the way this particular pair of boxer briefs frames the half-hard bulge of my cock.
“Hey, B. How was your day?” I ask casually, running a hand through my hair to sweep it off my forehead.
“Great,” he answers, dutifully keeping his eyes up. I chuckle and reach for a pair of track pants to tug on.
“It’s Friday night, any big plans?” I’ve noticed he tends to be like me, changing from work clothes to comfy clothes as soon as he’s home from work. But tonight he’s dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a black button up shirt. Does he have a date? He hasn’t mentioned seeing anyone, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t.
“Planning to go out for a few drinks with friends,” he answers vaguely.
“Oh? Mind if I tag along? It’d be great to meet some people in town.”
“You can come,” he agrees, cutting his gaze away from mine quickly. “Hudson will be there