The Friends You Make Here… by BymagaJones 6/?
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Sunday night, Nick walked out of the airport, looking for Monroe’s yellow car. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the annoying honking was Hank and Wu trying to get his attention. He squelched his disappointment with a smile and hefted his bag over his shoulder.
“How was your trip?” Hank asked as he pulled into traffic.
“It was good,” Nick said, still a little out of breath after fighting Wu for the passenger seat. “Well, the usual,” he amended.
“Which means that you and your aunt spent about two hours together,” Wu said.
“But it was a good two hours,” Nick pointed out with a smile. His aunt tried her best, but if she’d wanted to be a parent, she would’ve had children of her own. As a kid still trying to come to grips with the loss of his parents, he’d had a difficult time understanding her and his role in her life. But one of the benefits of growing up was that now he could love her and appreciate that she always did her best for him. They’d adopted a habit that worked for them, and he was thankful that he had her. “What about you two?”
“Mom made way too much food - ”
“ - so we’re good at home for the next few days,” Hank cut in.
“ - and Amber’s dating some new walking sack of hormones from her school.”
“She’s in high school. At that age, they’re all pretty much walking sacks of hormones. The goal is for her not to get pregnant.”
“No, the goal is for her to keep her legs completely closed, thank you very much.”
Hank laughed. “You really think that’s going to happen in this day and age?”
“Chaste until marriage, my friend,” Wu said sagely.
“Is that what’s going on with you?” Nick asked, grinning.
“So, Hank! How was your vacation?” Wu asked, deliberately changing the subject and turning all of his attention to Hank.
“It was just mom and I. Her current boyfriend had to go be with his kids, make the rounds.”
“The rounds?” Wu asked.
“He has three baby mommas,” Hank said, tossing Nick a look.
‘Too bad you didn’t get to meet him,” Nick said.
“Oh, I made a point of meeting him before I left.”
“It’s gonna be hard to become a cop with a warrant for your arrest in the books,” Nick reminded him.
“I didn’t touch the guy.”
“If you do it right, you don’t need to,” Nick and Wu said together before they all started laughing.
Nick glanced out the window. “This isn’t the way home.”
“It sure isn’t,” Hank said mildly.
“We doing something?” Nick didn’t recall making plans with them before he left.
“Not us,” Wu said, sitting back.
“Okay, I’m confused.”
“All will be revealed,” Wu said, trying to sound mysterious.
Hank just rolled his eyes.
“So you’re really not going to tell me?” Nick asked after a few seconds of silence.
“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” Hank promised.
The familiar worn-down houses perked Nick’s attention, and suddenly he knew where they were going. His heart started pounding.
“Look at how excited he is!” Wu said, laughing.
“You’re just jealous, because you don’t have a regular hookup,” Hank told him.
“Neither does he,” Wu said. “Remember, they’re ‘taking it slow’.” He used his fingers to quote the phrase.
“Doesn’t matter,” Nick said. He felt his friends’ stares and amended, “Maybe it does matter, but Monroe’s worth the wait.”
“So sweet!” Wu teased.
“If Monroe finally gives in, we’ll never see Nick again.”
“He does cook better than any of us,” Wu mused.
“But living out here will add at least fifteen minutes to his commute time,” Hank added.
“And he’d be living with Hap too.”
“Hap’s a good guy,” Nick said.
“Yes he is,” Hank said. “But hanging out with someone and living with him are two different things. Have you learned nothing from living with Wu?”
“Exactl - wait, what?” Wu asked as Nick and Hank laughed.
“It’s up here on the right,” Nick said, pointing toward Monroe’s house. Then he had a thought. “He does know I’m coming, right?”
“This was his idea,” Hank said.
Nick’d told them about Monroe’s reluctance to have Nick see his house, so they were prepared for the rundown neighborhood. But they pulled up to the house and found it covered with… “Are those lights?”
“I think they’re Christmas lights,” Wu said. “It’ll be easier to tell once it gets dark.”
“Huh,” Nick said. “It didn’t look like that last time I was here.”
“It wasn’t this close to Christmas the last time you were here,” Hank reminded him.
The door opened, and a smiling Monroe walked up to the car, wearing the brightest and ugliest Christmas sweater Nick had ever seen. “Welcome back!”
Nick pulled himself out of the car, grabbed Monroe by the neck, and pulled him down for a kiss, neighbors be damned.
If his response were any indication, Monroe had missed him as much as Nick had missed Monroe. His arms pulled Nick until their bodies were flush, his lips devouring Nick, his tongue invading Nick’s mouth.
Eventually Nick came up for air, gasping as he laughed into Monroe’s neck. “I guess you missed me?”
Monroe’s chest rumbled with an answering chuckle. “I guess you missed me back.”
“I guess you both better go inside before someone calls the cops,” Wu shouted, now in the passenger seat of Hank’s car.
His arms still filled with Monroe, Nick turned toward the car and laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days.
“We’ll see you later,” Hank called, waving as he drove away.
“Shit, my bag,” Nick said.
Amusement in his voice, Monroe said, “I am amazed you didn’t manage to lose it before now. It’s down by your feet.”
“Oh.” Nick grinned up at Monroe, his hand trailing one of Monroe’s eyebrows. “I guess I really did miss you.”
Monroe snorted, then pressed his forehead against Nick’s. “Longest holiday ever.” He took a deep breath and pulled away slightly. “We really should get inside.” He effortlessly picked up Nick’s bag with one hand, the other wrapped around Nick’s wrist as if he didn’t want to let go, which of course was absolutely okay with Nick.
They walked inside, and Nick stopped, astonished.
The place had transformed into a winter wonderland. The sofa - and a large chair - had matching green covers and had been placed on the right side of the room, the left now filled with a huge decorated Christmas tree. Christmas music played in the background, interrupted occasionally by, what was that? “Is that a train?”
“Oh yeah,” Monroe said excitedly, pointing upwards. “Just wait.”
Nick looked up at the ceiling and then noticed a shelf of some kind running along the wall. A sudden movement from the kitchen revealed a train hurling itself around the shelf, from the kitchen along the top of the living room, to return to the kitchen, every so often giving off a little toot.
“Monroe loves Christmas, like a lot,” Hap said, pulling on a t-shirt as he clomped down the stairs, whose railings had been wrapped with red and green ribbon.
“I see that,” Nick said faintly.
“He decorates The Shithole every year.”
“Hap,” Monroe sighed.
“What?” Hap said, hitching up his pants to meet the t-shirt. He looked at Nick. “Everyone thinks ‘shithole’ is bad, but we’re taking it back, changing the meaning from negative to positive.”
“Actually, Hap, that’s not really working.”
“You just wait and see,” Hap promised, pointing to each of them in turn before he headed into the kitchen.
Monroe rolled his eyes and turned to Nick. “How was your flight? Did you eat? Are you hungry?”
Nick laughed. “The trip was fine, and I’m not really hungry right now. I’d love a shower, though, if that’s okay.”
“Sure,” Monroe said. “Follow me.” He led Nick upstairs, the holiday music almost covering the creaking noises coming from each step.
Monroe pointed to the first closed door on the left. “This is Hap’s room. Don’t go in there unless it’s an emergency, and make sure you wear a hazmat suit.”
Nick laughed, although he did make a mental note.
The first door on the right was the bathroom, and Monroe paused, sniffing at the closed door, before he continued to the second door on the right. He opened it to reveal the largest bed Nick thought he’d ever seen. He walked up to it, sat on it and bounced a few times, appreciating the firmness. “This is quite a bed.”
Monroe scratched at his cheek, smiling faintly. “I worked an extra job for almost a year to be able to afford it.”
Nick eyeballed the size and then looked at the doorframe. “How’d they get it in here? Forget that, how are you going to get it out?”
“Why do you think I still live here?” Monroe asked lightly, stepping inside and kicking the door closed. He dropped Nick’s bag, walking toward Nick slowly, an intent gleam in his eyes.
It was a look Nick had never seen before but one that he decided he liked immensely.
“So I’ve been thinking,” Monroe said, towering over Nick. “I’m tired of taking it slow.”
Nick released a huge breath and smiled up at Monroe. “About time.”
Nick didn’t end up taking that shower until after midnight, throwing on some sweats and heading into the kitchen for a quick snack before he joined Monroe back in bed.
“Hey,” Hap said from the darkness of the sofa, lighted only by the dim glow of the television.
“Hey,” Nick said, hoping he didn’t sound as startled as he felt as he changed direction and sat in the chair. “I was just going to find something to eat.”
“Monroe cooks when he’s sad, and he missed you a lot, so we have tons of food.”
Nick felt ridiculously pleased. “I missed him too.”
“Yeah, I could tell,” Hap said, grinning. “That Christmas music can only cover up so much noise.”
Nick fought against the flush rising up on his face. “Sorry about that.”
Hap laughed. “It is about time, man! Monroe deserves to be happy, and you make him happy, so it’s all good. I was worried when he didn’t go with us for Thanksgiving - ”
“Wait. I thought you two were spending the holiday here.”
“We were, but then my two buddies Hap-San and Bohlale decided to take a road trip and invited us along. Monroe didn’t want to go - he’s not always that sociable - but he told me to go. I just got back about an hour before you showed up.”
“So he spent Thanksgiving alone?” Nick remembered calling Monroe on Thanksgiving, but he’d been so wrapped up in trying to make sure that Monroe didn’t clue in to how miserable he was that he hadn’t noticed how Monroe had been acting.
Hap shrugged. “It’s better than being back home.” He said it so matter-of-fact that it made Nick’s heart hurt a little.
“Are you going to stay here for Christmas too?”
“Not me,” Hap said. “We had such a good time that Hap-San, Bohlale, and I’re planning another road trip. Monroe said it’d give him time to take down all of the decorations.”
After a few seconds of staring blankly at the television, Nick pushed himself out of the chair. “Want anything?”
“That’d be great!” Hap said happily.
Nick opened the fridge and stopped, stunned at the amount of covered dishes that filled the shelves. “What do you want?”
“Just throw a few things on a plate. You don’t even have to heat anything up,” Hap said back. “Everything Monroe makes is good, even if he’s a vegetarian.”
Shrugging, Nick put a few random containers on the counter, wondering absently about all of the scratches on the wooden fixture. He found the plates and utensils without much trouble and dished out some hearty portions of what looked like mashed potatoes, yams, and some kind of casserole onto three plates.
In no time at all, he was backing into Monroe’s room with two full plates.
“Hey,” Monroe said, his voice scratchy, as he rubbed at his eyes. He looked so adorable that Nick was tempted to forget the food and dive back into bed.
“Hey,” he said, clearing his voice a little. “I brought food.”
“Awesome!” Monroe pushed himself up until his back rested against the headboard.
“I would’ve heated it up, but I didn’t see the microwave.”
“We don’t have one,” Monroe said, taking a plate and a fork.
Nick settled himself beside Monroe. “Why not?”
Monroe shrugged in the way that Nick was beginning to realize meant that he didn’t want to talk about his money issues. “We heat things with pots and pans.”
“Going old school?”
Monroe smiled at Nick’s familiar teasing. “You know it.”
They ate and chatted about their vacations and their upcoming schedules until they heard a knock at the door.
“You two decent?”
“Come on in, Hap,” Monroe said, pulling the blankets a little further up his chest.
Hap stuck his head around the door, grinning. “I’m heading out for a study session with Erica and Tomas.”
Surprised, Nick asked, “You’re studying?”
Monroe laughed, but Hap looked a little affronted. “I study.”
“Sorry,” Nick said, realizing he’d been a bit rude.
“No problem, brah,” Hap said, happy again. “Want me to take those plates downstairs? If you two break them, I won’t hear the end of it for days.”
Nick smiled over at Monroe, who looked embarrassed.
“He loves these plates,” Hap said, stepping into the room and collecting the dishes.
“Shut up, Hap,” Monroe mumbled. “But thanks for taking them downstairs.”
“Have a good study session!” Nick called out as Hap waved and closed the door. He let his head fall back against the backboard. “I can’t believe I sounded so shocked that he was going to study.”
Monroe nuzzled his neck. “He’s only going because he has a crush on a girl.”
“Oh,” Nick said, tilting his head so Monroe could gain more access. “So I don’t need to…umm.”
“Need to what?” Monroe asked, wrapping an arm around Nick and in one smooth move, pulling him down and rolling on top of him so he was pressed against Nick from the chest down.
“What what?” Nick asked, moaning a little at the end as Monroe ground against him.
“What were you talking about?” Monroe resumed kissing Nick’s neck.
“I was talking?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sure I can find something better to do with my mouth.”
“About time you figured that out.”
On to Chapter 7
Chapter 6
Sunday night, Nick walked out of the airport, looking for Monroe’s yellow car. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the annoying honking was Hank and Wu trying to get his attention. He squelched his disappointment with a smile and hefted his bag over his shoulder.
“How was your trip?” Hank asked as he pulled into traffic.
“It was good,” Nick said, still a little out of breath after fighting Wu for the passenger seat. “Well, the usual,” he amended.
“Which means that you and your aunt spent about two hours together,” Wu said.
“But it was a good two hours,” Nick pointed out with a smile. His aunt tried her best, but if she’d wanted to be a parent, she would’ve had children of her own. As a kid still trying to come to grips with the loss of his parents, he’d had a difficult time understanding her and his role in her life. But one of the benefits of growing up was that now he could love her and appreciate that she always did her best for him. They’d adopted a habit that worked for them, and he was thankful that he had her. “What about you two?”
“Mom made way too much food - ”
“ - so we’re good at home for the next few days,” Hank cut in.
“ - and Amber’s dating some new walking sack of hormones from her school.”
“She’s in high school. At that age, they’re all pretty much walking sacks of hormones. The goal is for her not to get pregnant.”
“No, the goal is for her to keep her legs completely closed, thank you very much.”
Hank laughed. “You really think that’s going to happen in this day and age?”
“Chaste until marriage, my friend,” Wu said sagely.
“Is that what’s going on with you?” Nick asked, grinning.
“So, Hank! How was your vacation?” Wu asked, deliberately changing the subject and turning all of his attention to Hank.
“It was just mom and I. Her current boyfriend had to go be with his kids, make the rounds.”
“The rounds?” Wu asked.
“He has three baby mommas,” Hank said, tossing Nick a look.
‘Too bad you didn’t get to meet him,” Nick said.
“Oh, I made a point of meeting him before I left.”
“It’s gonna be hard to become a cop with a warrant for your arrest in the books,” Nick reminded him.
“I didn’t touch the guy.”
“If you do it right, you don’t need to,” Nick and Wu said together before they all started laughing.
Nick glanced out the window. “This isn’t the way home.”
“It sure isn’t,” Hank said mildly.
“We doing something?” Nick didn’t recall making plans with them before he left.
“Not us,” Wu said, sitting back.
“Okay, I’m confused.”
“All will be revealed,” Wu said, trying to sound mysterious.
Hank just rolled his eyes.
“So you’re really not going to tell me?” Nick asked after a few seconds of silence.
“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” Hank promised.
The familiar worn-down houses perked Nick’s attention, and suddenly he knew where they were going. His heart started pounding.
“Look at how excited he is!” Wu said, laughing.
“You’re just jealous, because you don’t have a regular hookup,” Hank told him.
“Neither does he,” Wu said. “Remember, they’re ‘taking it slow’.” He used his fingers to quote the phrase.
“Doesn’t matter,” Nick said. He felt his friends’ stares and amended, “Maybe it does matter, but Monroe’s worth the wait.”
“So sweet!” Wu teased.
“If Monroe finally gives in, we’ll never see Nick again.”
“He does cook better than any of us,” Wu mused.
“But living out here will add at least fifteen minutes to his commute time,” Hank added.
“And he’d be living with Hap too.”
“Hap’s a good guy,” Nick said.
“Yes he is,” Hank said. “But hanging out with someone and living with him are two different things. Have you learned nothing from living with Wu?”
“Exactl - wait, what?” Wu asked as Nick and Hank laughed.
“It’s up here on the right,” Nick said, pointing toward Monroe’s house. Then he had a thought. “He does know I’m coming, right?”
“This was his idea,” Hank said.
Nick’d told them about Monroe’s reluctance to have Nick see his house, so they were prepared for the rundown neighborhood. But they pulled up to the house and found it covered with… “Are those lights?”
“I think they’re Christmas lights,” Wu said. “It’ll be easier to tell once it gets dark.”
“Huh,” Nick said. “It didn’t look like that last time I was here.”
“It wasn’t this close to Christmas the last time you were here,” Hank reminded him.
The door opened, and a smiling Monroe walked up to the car, wearing the brightest and ugliest Christmas sweater Nick had ever seen. “Welcome back!”
Nick pulled himself out of the car, grabbed Monroe by the neck, and pulled him down for a kiss, neighbors be damned.
If his response were any indication, Monroe had missed him as much as Nick had missed Monroe. His arms pulled Nick until their bodies were flush, his lips devouring Nick, his tongue invading Nick’s mouth.
Eventually Nick came up for air, gasping as he laughed into Monroe’s neck. “I guess you missed me?”
Monroe’s chest rumbled with an answering chuckle. “I guess you missed me back.”
“I guess you both better go inside before someone calls the cops,” Wu shouted, now in the passenger seat of Hank’s car.
His arms still filled with Monroe, Nick turned toward the car and laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days.
“We’ll see you later,” Hank called, waving as he drove away.
“Shit, my bag,” Nick said.
Amusement in his voice, Monroe said, “I am amazed you didn’t manage to lose it before now. It’s down by your feet.”
“Oh.” Nick grinned up at Monroe, his hand trailing one of Monroe’s eyebrows. “I guess I really did miss you.”
Monroe snorted, then pressed his forehead against Nick’s. “Longest holiday ever.” He took a deep breath and pulled away slightly. “We really should get inside.” He effortlessly picked up Nick’s bag with one hand, the other wrapped around Nick’s wrist as if he didn’t want to let go, which of course was absolutely okay with Nick.
They walked inside, and Nick stopped, astonished.
The place had transformed into a winter wonderland. The sofa - and a large chair - had matching green covers and had been placed on the right side of the room, the left now filled with a huge decorated Christmas tree. Christmas music played in the background, interrupted occasionally by, what was that? “Is that a train?”
“Oh yeah,” Monroe said excitedly, pointing upwards. “Just wait.”
Nick looked up at the ceiling and then noticed a shelf of some kind running along the wall. A sudden movement from the kitchen revealed a train hurling itself around the shelf, from the kitchen along the top of the living room, to return to the kitchen, every so often giving off a little toot.
“Monroe loves Christmas, like a lot,” Hap said, pulling on a t-shirt as he clomped down the stairs, whose railings had been wrapped with red and green ribbon.
“I see that,” Nick said faintly.
“He decorates The Shithole every year.”
“Hap,” Monroe sighed.
“What?” Hap said, hitching up his pants to meet the t-shirt. He looked at Nick. “Everyone thinks ‘shithole’ is bad, but we’re taking it back, changing the meaning from negative to positive.”
“Actually, Hap, that’s not really working.”
“You just wait and see,” Hap promised, pointing to each of them in turn before he headed into the kitchen.
Monroe rolled his eyes and turned to Nick. “How was your flight? Did you eat? Are you hungry?”
Nick laughed. “The trip was fine, and I’m not really hungry right now. I’d love a shower, though, if that’s okay.”
“Sure,” Monroe said. “Follow me.” He led Nick upstairs, the holiday music almost covering the creaking noises coming from each step.
Monroe pointed to the first closed door on the left. “This is Hap’s room. Don’t go in there unless it’s an emergency, and make sure you wear a hazmat suit.”
Nick laughed, although he did make a mental note.
The first door on the right was the bathroom, and Monroe paused, sniffing at the closed door, before he continued to the second door on the right. He opened it to reveal the largest bed Nick thought he’d ever seen. He walked up to it, sat on it and bounced a few times, appreciating the firmness. “This is quite a bed.”
Monroe scratched at his cheek, smiling faintly. “I worked an extra job for almost a year to be able to afford it.”
Nick eyeballed the size and then looked at the doorframe. “How’d they get it in here? Forget that, how are you going to get it out?”
“Why do you think I still live here?” Monroe asked lightly, stepping inside and kicking the door closed. He dropped Nick’s bag, walking toward Nick slowly, an intent gleam in his eyes.
It was a look Nick had never seen before but one that he decided he liked immensely.
“So I’ve been thinking,” Monroe said, towering over Nick. “I’m tired of taking it slow.”
Nick released a huge breath and smiled up at Monroe. “About time.”
Nick didn’t end up taking that shower until after midnight, throwing on some sweats and heading into the kitchen for a quick snack before he joined Monroe back in bed.
“Hey,” Hap said from the darkness of the sofa, lighted only by the dim glow of the television.
“Hey,” Nick said, hoping he didn’t sound as startled as he felt as he changed direction and sat in the chair. “I was just going to find something to eat.”
“Monroe cooks when he’s sad, and he missed you a lot, so we have tons of food.”
Nick felt ridiculously pleased. “I missed him too.”
“Yeah, I could tell,” Hap said, grinning. “That Christmas music can only cover up so much noise.”
Nick fought against the flush rising up on his face. “Sorry about that.”
Hap laughed. “It is about time, man! Monroe deserves to be happy, and you make him happy, so it’s all good. I was worried when he didn’t go with us for Thanksgiving - ”
“Wait. I thought you two were spending the holiday here.”
“We were, but then my two buddies Hap-San and Bohlale decided to take a road trip and invited us along. Monroe didn’t want to go - he’s not always that sociable - but he told me to go. I just got back about an hour before you showed up.”
“So he spent Thanksgiving alone?” Nick remembered calling Monroe on Thanksgiving, but he’d been so wrapped up in trying to make sure that Monroe didn’t clue in to how miserable he was that he hadn’t noticed how Monroe had been acting.
Hap shrugged. “It’s better than being back home.” He said it so matter-of-fact that it made Nick’s heart hurt a little.
“Are you going to stay here for Christmas too?”
“Not me,” Hap said. “We had such a good time that Hap-San, Bohlale, and I’re planning another road trip. Monroe said it’d give him time to take down all of the decorations.”
After a few seconds of staring blankly at the television, Nick pushed himself out of the chair. “Want anything?”
“That’d be great!” Hap said happily.
Nick opened the fridge and stopped, stunned at the amount of covered dishes that filled the shelves. “What do you want?”
“Just throw a few things on a plate. You don’t even have to heat anything up,” Hap said back. “Everything Monroe makes is good, even if he’s a vegetarian.”
Shrugging, Nick put a few random containers on the counter, wondering absently about all of the scratches on the wooden fixture. He found the plates and utensils without much trouble and dished out some hearty portions of what looked like mashed potatoes, yams, and some kind of casserole onto three plates.
In no time at all, he was backing into Monroe’s room with two full plates.
“Hey,” Monroe said, his voice scratchy, as he rubbed at his eyes. He looked so adorable that Nick was tempted to forget the food and dive back into bed.
“Hey,” he said, clearing his voice a little. “I brought food.”
“Awesome!” Monroe pushed himself up until his back rested against the headboard.
“I would’ve heated it up, but I didn’t see the microwave.”
“We don’t have one,” Monroe said, taking a plate and a fork.
Nick settled himself beside Monroe. “Why not?”
Monroe shrugged in the way that Nick was beginning to realize meant that he didn’t want to talk about his money issues. “We heat things with pots and pans.”
“Going old school?”
Monroe smiled at Nick’s familiar teasing. “You know it.”
They ate and chatted about their vacations and their upcoming schedules until they heard a knock at the door.
“You two decent?”
“Come on in, Hap,” Monroe said, pulling the blankets a little further up his chest.
Hap stuck his head around the door, grinning. “I’m heading out for a study session with Erica and Tomas.”
Surprised, Nick asked, “You’re studying?”
Monroe laughed, but Hap looked a little affronted. “I study.”
“Sorry,” Nick said, realizing he’d been a bit rude.
“No problem, brah,” Hap said, happy again. “Want me to take those plates downstairs? If you two break them, I won’t hear the end of it for days.”
Nick smiled over at Monroe, who looked embarrassed.
“He loves these plates,” Hap said, stepping into the room and collecting the dishes.
“Shut up, Hap,” Monroe mumbled. “But thanks for taking them downstairs.”
“Have a good study session!” Nick called out as Hap waved and closed the door. He let his head fall back against the backboard. “I can’t believe I sounded so shocked that he was going to study.”
Monroe nuzzled his neck. “He’s only going because he has a crush on a girl.”
“Oh,” Nick said, tilting his head so Monroe could gain more access. “So I don’t need to…umm.”
“Need to what?” Monroe asked, wrapping an arm around Nick and in one smooth move, pulling him down and rolling on top of him so he was pressed against Nick from the chest down.
“What what?” Nick asked, moaning a little at the end as Monroe ground against him.
“What were you talking about?” Monroe resumed kissing Nick’s neck.
“I was talking?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sure I can find something better to do with my mouth.”
“About time you figured that out.”
On to Chapter 7