The beautiful young man threw his arms around David and treated him to a full-contact liplock, nearly upsetting the carton of moo shu pork balanced in his lap. David laughed into the kiss and somehow managed to catch the Chinese food before it toppled and spilled all over both of them and the sheets. “Hey, baby, I know you liked soccer, but unless you want to lick this stuff off me…” “I could do that.” Emilio stuck out his tongue and wiggled it. His dark eyes sparkled as he fl opped back against the pillows. “But, David, how you can stay so calm during a game, I don’t know. This is the playoffs, man. The difference between victory and complete humiliation.” “I get that,” David said, not really getting it at all. But because Emilio was a total hottie who could suck his brains out through his dick, he smiled and did his best to join in his enthusiasm. They were lounging in his bed, watching soccer and eating Chinese takeout right from the cardboard cartons. David had met the half-Cuban, half-Haitian dancer on the set of a music video three and a half weeks earlier, right after returning from L.A.
