Page 67 of Light Up
A moment later, Corey asked, “Why did you say you were having Christmas with friends?”
“Because I thought it sounded better than showing you what a miserable git I am. My friends asked me for Christmas dinner but… I knew I wouldn’t be good company.”
“What are their names?”
“Louis and Benjamin, though Benjamin likes to be called Mojo. We’ve been friends since university.”
“Why does he like to be called Mojo?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“Does he do something fun for a living?”
“He’s a forensic pathologist.”
“Ah, so that’s why he likes to be called Mojo.”
Tal frowned. “Why?”
“He has a sad, difficult job. He can’t be fun at work so he wants to be thought of as a different person when he’s not at work.”
Tal hadn’t seen that.
“Do you really not like Christmas?” Corey asked. “Is this place torture?”
“It should have been my worst nightmare getting stuck here, but that’s not the way it turned out.”
“I knew you liked that painting class.”
Tal laughed. He felt Corey’s hand on his crotch and gulped.
“And the biscuit making.” Corey massaged his cock. “All I could think about was getting you to lick the icing off my fingers.”
Somehow Corey had managed to get his zip down and was running a finger up and down Tal’s thickening cock.Oh fucking hell.
“Do you need the pudding?” Corey asked.
“No,” Tal choked out and zipped himself back up.
“Let’s go.”
As they rose from the table, Tal made sure his jacket hid his erection. Corey told those sitting with them that he had to take his medication and they escaped. On the way out of the room, Corey informed their waitress that they didn’t want anything else to eat and Tal took Corey’s hand as they headed for the stairs.
“Talent show starts in an hour,” Jefferson called behind them. “Anything you need us to provide?”
“If people could bring their phones,” Tal said.
“I’ll let them know.”
Tal practically dragged Corey up the stairs.
Once the door was closed, Corey put up his hand. “Clothes off. We have to put the same clothes back on in less than an hour. And why do you need everyone to take their phones?”
“You’ll see.”
“Hmm.”
Tal had stripped before Corey had even taken his T-shirt off. He’d been slow to register that the little brat was making no attempt to hurry. By the time Corey was naked, Tal was like granite.
