Adrien breathed as Ion walked out of his bathroom. Ion winked at him while strolling over to where his boots sat. Adrien couldn’t believe Ion could breathe or bend, considering how tight his jeans were. There was no doubt about what Ion was packing and a shot of jealousy rushed through Adrien at the thought of anyone seeing his lover like that. The dark blue T-shirt Ion wore lovingly hugged every muscle and ridge of Ion’s chest and stomach. Plus, it rode up just a little to expose his tanned skin, causing Adrien’s hands to itch to touch him. “I’m not sure I want to go out any more,” he muttered, staring at Ion’s ass very obviously on display when the man bent over. “What are you talking about?” Ion glanced at him under his arm as he tied his boots. “You were the one who said this was a good idea. We all need to relax after the week we had.” “I know, but I wasn’t taking into consideration how fuckable you’d look in your club clothes,”
