And that was really saying something. Christ, it had been amazing, though. He scrubbed his hands over his face and got out of bed, putting away the lube and straightening the bedding. He was tempted to make a run for it but that would be damn cowardly. Also, he’d never get past Mike in the hallway. He hunted around for his pajama bottoms, searching in the sheets and under the dresser. Where the hell had they gone? He turned to find Mike standing in the doorway, grinning. “Looking for something?” Alexei planted his hands on his hips, almost grateful that he was too old to have recovered sufficiently to respond to Mike’s blatantly thorough study. The last thing this night needed was another erection. “Really, Michael? You stole my pants?” Alexei took a step toward the door. “It’s not like I can’t just walk to my apartment like this.” Mike shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. “You can try.” “I have to go,” Alexei said through gritted teeth. The thought of getting into a wrestling match was rapidly disproving his previous theory about his refractory period.
