“There’s a bunch in packages in my bathroom. I asked if the guy before me was a hoarder, and Timmy just laughed.”
“Sounds like he was fond of spontaneous overnight guests to me.” He got up, looked around at the floor, and snorted. “My stuff is everywhere. I was pretty drunk. Huh?”
“Just a little. You’re a cutie when you’re a little around the bend.”
He laughed. “Oh God. I’ve been told I flirt like a fiend. Sorry if I was over-the-top.” He remembered most of it. He was way over-the-top. But Colt seemed to enjoy it, so he didn’t really feel that bad about it.
He found his jeans on the floor and dug his shirt and scarf out from under the comforter.
“You flirted with me, so I liked it.” Colt’s fingers trailed over his ass, teasing him, playing him.
“See? You were in the right place at the right time. I told you.” He brushed Colt’s hand away, laughing. “Get your clothes on, Cajun. Timmy’s probably hungry.” Timmy was a bit of a stoner. He was always hungry, wasn’t he?
“Timmy’s always hungry. Him and the green? They are close friends.”
Kyle shrugged. “There are worse things.” Though you had to wonder why someone as successful as Timmy used so much. He was the studio’s head engineer. He had to take home a nice check. He’d be living high on the hog if he wasn’t high on the green.
He pulled his jeans on commando and headed into the bathroom to find one of those toothbrushes.
When he came back from the bathroom, Colt was singing to Timmy, teasing him. The sound echoed through the apartment. Okay, that was adorable. He was pleased to find Colt dressed at least. Timmy was blushing, which was even more adorable. He caught Timmy up in his arms and danced him around the living room.
“Kyle!”
“Come on, Timmy.” He grinned and winked at Colt.
“Seriously? I don’t dance.”
“What kind of dancer would I be if I couldn’t give you a lead you could follow?” He spun Timmy, moving to Colt’s improvised song.
“You goof.” Timmy did follow, though, didn’t he? And he smiled as they danced.
“Uh-huh. Hey, you’re actually pretty light on your feet, Tim. Are you keeping secrets from me?”
“Shut up. Whoa.” Timmy laughed and let Kyle dip him right in front of Colt.
Colt pulled a face, the expression silly enough that they all cracked up.
“You want something greasy for breakfast, Timmy? Colt and I want to take you out.”
“Yeah? No strings?” Timmy grinned at him.
He laughed. “Hell, no. I’m much too jealous to share.”
“You ain’t interested in my skinny ass, boo. You like them big and beefy.”
“Yeah. They need to be, like, three of you, dude.”
Kyle grinned. “Good to know.” Not that he knew anyone available that fit that description. But he had eyes. He found his boots and stomped into them. “I don’t know this neighborhood. Where are we going?”
Timmy looked at Colt. “Waverly?”
“I’m easy, so long as there’s breakfast.” Colt wandered up to him and smoothed his shirt down.
“Waverly sounds good.” He barely got the last word out before he kissed Colt. “I need more coffee.”
Timmy rolled his eyes at them and grabbed a jacket. Kyle hooked an arm around his lover’s waist, feeling a need to keep Colt close, and followed the guy out the door.
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