Dawn broke to an explosion of bird songs, the cacophony startling Booker awake with a disgruntled groan. Unimpressed by the early morning alarm clock, he angrily pulled his pillow over his head and attempted to drown out the noise. However, the humorous fact that the sound easily penetrated through the downy feathers brought a good-natured smile to his lips, and with a resigned sigh, he threw the pillow onto the floor and sat up.
From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Fucking birds.”
The statement amused Booker and running his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair, he grinned back. “No shit.”
With a soft groan, Tom pushed himself to a sitting position and unconsciously mirroring Booker, he raked a hand over his head. The action left soft tufts of hair sticking out in every direction, creating the illusion of childlike innocence, and Booker had to swallow down the moan of arousal that rose from deep within his chest. Tom looked so damn adorable, and he felt an almost uncontrollable desire to run his fingers through the unruly locks. His cock instantly hardened and worried that his sexual awakening could reach a point of no return, he quickly pushed the wishful thought from his mind. “So, whaddya think they’re gonna make us …show more content…
“Maybe it can be our little secret,” he replied softly.
Tom had the uncomfortable feeling that Booker wanted the embarrassing scenario kept under wraps because he yearned to have an anecdote that was theirs and theirs alone. It was obvious that Dennis was jealous of his relationship with Penhall; he and Doug shared a unique bond that many envied. Theirs was a brotherly love that extended much further than friendship; it was a lay down your life devotion rarely seen between two colleagues. They adored each other and Tom knew he would never have another friendship like the one he shared with
From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Fucking birds.”
The statement amused Booker and running his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair, he grinned back. “No shit.”
With a soft groan, Tom pushed himself to a sitting position and unconsciously mirroring Booker, he raked a hand over his head. The action left soft tufts of hair sticking out in every direction, creating the illusion of childlike innocence, and Booker had to swallow down the moan of arousal that rose from deep within his chest. Tom looked so damn adorable, and he felt an almost uncontrollable desire to run his fingers through the unruly locks. His cock instantly hardened and worried that his sexual awakening could reach a point of no return, he quickly pushed the wishful thought from his mind. “So, whaddya think they’re gonna make us …show more content…
“Maybe it can be our little secret,” he replied softly.
Tom had the uncomfortable feeling that Booker wanted the embarrassing scenario kept under wraps because he yearned to have an anecdote that was theirs and theirs alone. It was obvious that Dennis was jealous of his relationship with Penhall; he and Doug shared a unique bond that many envied. Theirs was a brotherly love that extended much further than friendship; it was a lay down your life devotion rarely seen between two colleagues. They adored each other and Tom knew he would never have another friendship like the one he shared with