Page 2 of Hold Me Down

"I say the next time he mentions it, we should declare it on the paperwork and be done with it."

Dave glanced at him, surprised. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, why not? It's only a few forms, and while Kalei's not going to let us do anything at work, he won't be able to give us so much shit about it, either. I haven't seen him say a word to James or Eddie."

"James and Eddie are dating."

"They're ridiculously gone for each other is what they are." Travis shook his head. "The forms don't care if people are in love or simply fucking for fun and release. I'd say we should go for it."

Dave tensed under his hand again.

"I'd still prefer him not to say anything," he muttered with his head turned the other way even though the intersection was empty besides them. "He doesn't say anything outside of work."

"He better not. Who we fuck is none of his business."

Feeling his mood going sour, Travis straightened in his seat and took his hand away from Dave, who sighed.

"Relax, I've just said he doesn't care otherwise."

"Yeah."

They drove the rest of the way in silence, and Travis might have closed his eyes at some point, but he didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until Dave jabbed him with his finger.

"Ouch!"

"Come on, old man, your bed's calling your name."

After he got out of the car, Travis stretched his arms above his head, the evening air waking him up a bit.

Maybe the night didn't have to be lost, after all.

"And what if I'd like you to be in my bed, calling my name? What about that?"

He resisted pulling Dave against him, but only because he saw one of their neighbors walking her dog nearby and he knew her to gossip left and right.

Besides, it was nice to watch Dave's ass as he led the way a few steps ahead.

"You didn't answer my question, you know," Travis pointed out after they entered the house and closed the door for the night.

Dave turned around and looked him up and down for a long, dragged out moment before pulling off his shirt and tossing it in the direction of the couch.

"Is that enough of an answer for you?"

Travis crossed the short distance quickly and pushed Dave towards the stairs.

Oh, yeah. The night was definitely salvageable.

Rushing upstairs, getting naked, and tumbling onto Travis's bed was nothing new, which was quite a relief. What they had was the simplest thing ever—they liked to fuck and it was so easy to fuck each other. The sex was reliably great, the chance of drama amounted to zero, and they were going to remain friends after, so—win, win, win.

Travis pulled back from kissing the freckles along Dave's shoulder to reach for the lube.

"Condom?"

Half the time, they went without, since neither of them was sleeping with anyone else, but other times, they used them to save themselves the clean-up afterwards.

Dave nodded and tilted his head back, spreading his legs, and Travis dropped the lube bottle on his own hip as he stared, because,damn. That sight never got old. Dave was built like a brick wall, shoulders and chest thick with muscle—and covered with freckles, like most of his upper body. He was a redhead and his skin was so pale that Travis's tanned hands seemed even darker against it.

"Anytime now."

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