Chapter 15
Drake released their cocks, and went to kiss Jay again, his mind on moving them to the bedroom for round two, when a loud knock sounded on Jay’s apartment door.
“Who the fuck—”
“Oh, crap.” Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed away from Drake and tucked himself inside his pants, zipping up quick.
“Jay, it’s me, Bobby,” a guy yelled from the other side of the door.
Drake frowned. “Who is Bobby?” He stepped into the kitchen to wash his hands before righting himself.
Jay had turned scarlet. “I, uh, damn, uh, Drake, I have a date.”
Just like that the air left his lungs as though he’d been punched in the chest.
Fuck.
What kind of idiot was he? His gaze went to the pizza box and back to Jay, who looked anywhere but at Drake.
He forced himself to nod. “Sure. I’ll just go on back to my apartment.”
“Drake—”