Alan Pulaski rolled onto his belly and smiled at the man on the bed. He felt half-drunk. This was… intense. He’d had no idea life could get this fucking intense. “Yeah. I know.” Of course, he had people after him. He wasn’t worried… they couldn’t find him. Not now. A hand, hard and brutal, came down on his flank with bruising force. “You should be a little more aware.” Pouting, Alan stared at his lover. “What’s the problem? The cops haven’t found me yet. They aren’t very likely to. Nobody knows you. Nobody knows about you. Nobody knows I’m here, and it’s not likely I’m going to go to the grocery store or anything.” He giggled insanely at the thought. The grocery store… well, he’d always enjoyed that place. But still, he knew he had to be careful. He wasn’t going to go out advertising himself for crying out loud. A hand fisted in his hair and jerked him up. “I’m having fun with you, but if you start being stupid, that’s not going to last.” “I…”
