“We’ll see.”
“Which means ‘yes.’” Gary smirked. “I’ve got you wrapped round my little finger now.”
Neil slapped Gary’s arse. “Watch it.”
Feeling Neil had dried him sufficiently, Gary took hold of a towel and began to rub it over Neil’s awesome body.
As soon as Gary showed the first signs of a limp when they made their way back to Neil’s room Neil picked Gary up and carried him.
“I can walk,” he protested, but revelled in Neil’s show of protective strength.
“Never said you couldn’t.”
Neil set Gary back on the bed, the bed where only a short while earlier Gary had lost his virginity
“Here’s the stuff. Gonna roll over for me?”
“Always.” Gary giggled.
Neil shook his head.
Gary rolled onto his stomach and watched Neil over his shoulder as he squeezed out some of the greyish cream and applied it to Gary’s rosebud.
“It’s cold!”
“It’ll warm up in a minute.” Neil kissed Gary’s arse cheek. “Come on, We need to get dressed and order dinner.”