Inhaling deeply, Kyle sat upright as he sipped a cup, an open book at his elbows. The pile of items on the floor was gone. Hearing noise, Kyle raised his head as Connor walked into the living room naked. “Hey. You didn’t have to do all this yourself.” About to answer, Kyle gawked at Connor’s perfect body and choked on his coffee. “I would have helped you. What time did you get up?” Forcing himself to make eye contact, Kyle tried to answer him intelligently. “Early. It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” “You nut.” Connor shook his head and went into the bathroom. Stretching to see the last glimpse of Connor’s ass as he turned the corner, Kyle set his cup down and rubbed his face tiredly. He hadn’t slept well last night and had gotten the place together just to kill time. Pouring more coffee from the pot, trying to stop himself from becoming obsessed with Connor, he found a pad and made a list of more things they still needed; milk was his first entry, then he lost his concentration.
