Page 46 of Tobias

But from the corner of my eye, I can see his dick in his hand as he starts to piss, andfuck. It’s a nice dick. Like a really nice dick. I felt it when I was dancing on him so I already know it’s big, but it’s thicker than I thought. I love a thickcock.

I finish, tuck myself away, and wash my hands. I’m being a creep and that has to stop. Being friends with the guy is one thing. Kissing him on a dare is another. Staring at his dick while he’s just trying to pee is fucking weird.

“You wanna grab some food after we leave?” he asks, coming up to the sink to wash his hands while I rip off a paper towel from the dispenser. “My treat.”

“I should probably get home, actually. I have work in the morning.”

“Oh—yeah. I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“Why would you?” I smile, but he doesn’t return it. I didn’t mean for it to sound rude, but I think it did.

“Are breakfast dates normal?” he asks.

“No,” I say with a laugh. “Though they should be. Breakfast is awesome.”

“Fuck yeah it is.” He holds open the door for me to leave, so I step out.

“I have another job, too. I’m a physical therapist.”

He stops, turning toward me. “Seriously?”

“Uh, yeah?”

He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath. The tone doesn’t seem mean, more like shock. A lot of people are when they find out that's what I doafterknowing I date people. Though, it’s true for the other way around, too. They know I’m a physical therapist, then find out I’m a professional date at night and they’re surprised. I guess the two don't really go together.

When we get back to the bar area, everyone is helping Pete clean up, so Theo and I join in. It takes about ten minutes, and then we’re all making our way out into the dark, rainy Seattle night. Well, almost morning, I guess. It's nearly four am.

“We should have figured out rides before we go out here,” Luca complains, tugging his jacket tighter.

Since most of us know where the other lives, it doesn’t take long to figure out rides. Benton goes with Nathanial and Mario goes with Luca. Theo and I go together. Our rides show, one by one. Theo and I are the last to get picked up, and the ride to his house is quiet. When the car pulls into his driveway, he turns to face me.

“Thanks for hanging out tonight,” he says, reaching for the door. “I had fun.”

“Me too.”

He hesitates a moment, then says, “Good night.”

“Night, Theo.”

He gets out and closes the door.

“Just wait a minute to make sure he gets in, please,” I say to the driver.

She nods in response. “No problem, honey. That’s sweet of you to care.”

The front light of Theo’s house goes on when he reaches the porch and a moment later, he’s pushing through his door and closing it behind him.

When I get home, I double check that my alarm is set because I don’t need to be late. Running on only a few hours of sleep sucks, but that’s what I get for being irresponsible. It was so worth it, though.

Chapter Seventeen

Theodore

“You look like shit, Theo.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, frowning at Marianne. She’s never been known for being subtle.

“Are you getting sick or something?”

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