Page 105 of Game Changer
“He’s here! He’s here. Just...” Scott closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “Just talk to me.”
“Okay. You been wearing those blue socks?”
“Yeah, like every day. I’ve been washing them in the sink.”
Kip laughed and his stomach fluttered. “Aw,” he said.
“I really miss you,” Scott said in a hushed voice.
“What time are you flying back on Monday?” Kip asked.
“Should be there before noon,” Scott said, relaxing back into the pillows. “I hope so. Wanna show you a good time on your birthday.”
“You got plans?”
“Maybe.”
“Want me to be waiting here for you? At your place?”
“Yeah... Yeah, that would be... I’d like that.”
“I will. I’ll be waiting for you. I could be in your bed. I could even get myself all ready for you. Open myself up...”
Scott’s face changed. It was subtle, but his darkening eyes and the way he swallowed told Kip he was getting Scott where he needed to be.
He smirked. “That working for you, big guy?”
“It’s working. Keep talking.”
“Sure. Why don’t you take that shirt off?”
Scott obediently pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Only seems fair if you...” he said, pointing at the camera/Kip.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kip removed his own T-shirt and winked at Scott.
“Oh,” Scott said. “That mark is still there, huh?”
“Still there,” Kip confirmed, brushing his fingers over it. “Might need a new one soon, though.”
“I’ll give you one.”
Kip trailed his fingers over his chest to play with one of his nipples. “Maybe I could just be waiting by the door for you when you get home. Kiss you like I’ve been wanting to for days now.”
“Mm. Would you still be naked in this scenario?” Scott asked with a crooked grin. He threw one giant arm over his head, seemingly more relaxed.
“That would be kinda weird, but if you like...”
“Either way I’d probably end up fucking you against the wall in the hallway.”
Fuck. “Fuck, Scott.”
“Like I said,” Scott said, his voice a little lower, “I miss you.”
“What do you miss?” Kip slid a hand up the inside of his thigh, and Scott’s eyes followed it.
“I... I miss your lips. Your mouth. The way you kiss me. The way you taste. I miss the way you smell.”
“How do I smell?” Kip laughed.
