everyone is hot -- I've been dying to ask. Is it crazy living with Bradford, or what? Seems like there's never a dull moment over there."
Phan laughed softly. "I think it was at its most crazy right after Tobias and Bradford decided to move me in. That was certainly when it was the most work for Bradford -- I think he put someone in charge at the club for a few nights, 'cause he didn't leave the house much. But now it's calmer." Phan looked up at him and smiled. "I get out and give him a break now."
"Yeah, you come mooch dinner off the rest of us now," Noah teased. "So it's been a whole week since you've had a rough scene with him? That's great."
Phan snorted. "I haven't had it rough since before New Year's. Said I haven't begged for it."
"Oh, so he doesn't give it to you even when you beg for it? Damn, that's like a sub's worst nightmare."
Noah laughed, trying to keep things light. "He's good. I don't think I could hold out with you begging."
"Don't tell me that," Phan said with a grin. "I'll practice begging on you and get us both in trouble. Tobias would tan your ass, and I think Bradford would lock me in a closet and make me watch soft porn.Het porn." He shuddered and snuggled against Noah again.
"Hetporn! Oh, God, it's a punishment worse than death. I should know, I'm subjected to it from time to time when I hang with the guys from work." Noah raised the pitch of his voice to sound something like a woman. "Oh, you're so big! Watch, I'll fake an orgasm for you!Oooo !" He laughed. "It's just not sexy.
At least guys can't fake it."
"Sure they can!" Phan grinned up at him again. "But it's way more fun to just do it. Poor baby, having to Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
watch that nasty stuff. Tell you what, you can watch gay porn with me. But that could lead to me begging... and then we're right back at punishment." Phan sighed dramatically. "Hold me. Save me. Don't let Bradford lock me in a closet!"
Noah snorted and dug his fingers into Phan's ribs in a spot where he knew Phan was ticklish. Once he'd gotten the squeal he was looking for he relented, letting Phan wriggle away and enduring Phan's reproachful look. "Phan, I don't think anyone could put you back in the closet." Noah winked.
"Do you think I could fake it? I can be all manly. I can. I know what football is, and I can drink beer.
Well, I don't, but I can fake that, too. I can tell stories about when I was a drunk, though, and all the guys I laid..." Phan shook his head. "I'm so gay," he said mournfully. "No woman will ever have me. I'll have to move in with you and be your... um. Dishwasher. Yeah. That's it."
"I think you're the gayest man I know." Noah laughed. "And you've already moved in with Bradford. I couldn't possibly take away his dishwasher." He stood up. "I want more Coke," he said, and headed for the kitchen. "Can I get you some?"
"Yeah, thanks," Phan called. "I can't stay with Bradford forever, you know. It's only until I'm better.
Then I'll have to find a place again."
"Well, if mean old Bradford throws you out on the street, you know you're always welcome to my couch," Noah called from the kitchen. As if Bradford would ever throw Phan out. Push him gently, perhaps, but Phan would never end up without a roof over his head.
He poured them each a drink and put a second piece of pizza on a plate for Phan. He frowned as he figured out how he was going to carry it all, and finally balanced the pizza on his forearm.
"Eat this," Noah said, and shoved the plate under Phan's nose. "Did I tell you Tobias is taking me to Paris in April?"
Phan nodded. "I'm green with envy," he said as he took a bite of the pizza. "I loved traveling with him.
He...kinda relaxes a bit, but he gets more proper. If that makes sense. You going to renegotiate your contract there?"
"You know, I was thinking about that. It'll be up right about that time, so I suppose we will. I can't believe we're almost there already. It
Phan laughed softly. "I think it was at its most crazy right after Tobias and Bradford decided to move me in. That was certainly when it was the most work for Bradford -- I think he put someone in charge at the club for a few nights, 'cause he didn't leave the house much. But now it's calmer." Phan looked up at him and smiled. "I get out and give him a break now."
"Yeah, you come mooch dinner off the rest of us now," Noah teased. "So it's been a whole week since you've had a rough scene with him? That's great."
Phan snorted. "I haven't had it rough since before New Year's. Said I haven't begged for it."
"Oh, so he doesn't give it to you even when you beg for it? Damn, that's like a sub's worst nightmare."
Noah laughed, trying to keep things light. "He's good. I don't think I could hold out with you begging."
"Don't tell me that," Phan said with a grin. "I'll practice begging on you and get us both in trouble. Tobias would tan your ass, and I think Bradford would lock me in a closet and make me watch soft porn.Het porn." He shuddered and snuggled against Noah again.
"Hetporn! Oh, God, it's a punishment worse than death. I should know, I'm subjected to it from time to time when I hang with the guys from work." Noah raised the pitch of his voice to sound something like a woman. "Oh, you're so big! Watch, I'll fake an orgasm for you!Oooo !" He laughed. "It's just not sexy.
At least guys can't fake it."
"Sure they can!" Phan grinned up at him again. "But it's way more fun to just do it. Poor baby, having to Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
watch that nasty stuff. Tell you what, you can watch gay porn with me. But that could lead to me begging... and then we're right back at punishment." Phan sighed dramatically. "Hold me. Save me. Don't let Bradford lock me in a closet!"
Noah snorted and dug his fingers into Phan's ribs in a spot where he knew Phan was ticklish. Once he'd gotten the squeal he was looking for he relented, letting Phan wriggle away and enduring Phan's reproachful look. "Phan, I don't think anyone could put you back in the closet." Noah winked.
"Do you think I could fake it? I can be all manly. I can. I know what football is, and I can drink beer.
Well, I don't, but I can fake that, too. I can tell stories about when I was a drunk, though, and all the guys I laid..." Phan shook his head. "I'm so gay," he said mournfully. "No woman will ever have me. I'll have to move in with you and be your... um. Dishwasher. Yeah. That's it."
"I think you're the gayest man I know." Noah laughed. "And you've already moved in with Bradford. I couldn't possibly take away his dishwasher." He stood up. "I want more Coke," he said, and headed for the kitchen. "Can I get you some?"
"Yeah, thanks," Phan called. "I can't stay with Bradford forever, you know. It's only until I'm better.
Then I'll have to find a place again."
"Well, if mean old Bradford throws you out on the street, you know you're always welcome to my couch," Noah called from the kitchen. As if Bradford would ever throw Phan out. Push him gently, perhaps, but Phan would never end up without a roof over his head.
He poured them each a drink and put a second piece of pizza on a plate for Phan. He frowned as he figured out how he was going to carry it all, and finally balanced the pizza on his forearm.
"Eat this," Noah said, and shoved the plate under Phan's nose. "Did I tell you Tobias is taking me to Paris in April?"
Phan nodded. "I'm green with envy," he said as he took a bite of the pizza. "I loved traveling with him.
He...kinda relaxes a bit, but he gets more proper. If that makes sense. You going to renegotiate your contract there?"
"You know, I was thinking about that. It'll be up right about that time, so I suppose we will. I can't believe we're almost there already. It
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