Page 3 of Five for Silver

Chad shivered. His cock began hardening in hisboxers at that tiniest touch.

No, Chad inwardly toldit, he was not horny,he was angry.

“One of your swarm tried to kill me.”

“Again with the dramatics?”

“It did, Romeo—it almost took my eye out.”

Romeo snorted, shaking his head.

“They’ve become obsessive over you like you are overthem.”

“Ridiculous. There’s only one thing I’m obsessiveover…”

Chad flared his nostrils. “So I’m a thing, amI?”

“Not always. Right now, you’re a … moody person,five letters.”

“I am not a grump.”

“Hand job for the grump?”

Chad’s jaw fell. He spluttered on air. “What?”

Romeo’s arms gripped Chad tighter. “I asked if thegrumpwould like a hand job?”

“I’m not a grump,” Chad bit the inside of his cheek.“And no, I don’t.”

“Fair enough.” Romeo said, releasing his hold. “I’llsee you downstairs—”

“Wait…”

“What is it?”

Chad looked down at himself, or more specificallyhis fully erect cock in his boxers. Romeo folded his arms, staringat it, too.

“So, you do want a hand job?”

“Yes.” Chad squeezed the word through his teeth.

“Then say it.”

Mischief glinted in Romeo’s eyes.

“Say what?”

“The grump wants a hand job.”

“I’m not saying that.”

“Then no hand job.” Romeo retreated to the doorway.“I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.”

“Fine,” Chad snapped. “I don’t need you for a handjob anyway.”

He turned his back to Romeo, thrusting his hand downthe waistband of his boxers. Romeo slammed into him, taking Chad bythe wrist and pulling his hand away from his cock.

“Not allowed.”

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