Owen opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He turned his head to see Chad lying on his side, completely casual, with his cock lying soft on his thigh and his head propped up on his fist, staring at him. “What?”
A flash of vulnerability crept over Chad’s face, and then he went back to impassive. “I’m just looking at you.”
Owen was suddenly self-conscious. How did he look? Chad was all smooth skin and lean muscles and nipple rings. He oozed sex. Owen was pale and not quite as defined and…well, he was Owen. “What do you see?”
Chad smiled. “I see you. No glasses. Hair messed up. Hickeys on your neck. And your dick is still fucking huge.”
Owen’s cheeks heated, and he looked down. Yeah, it was kinda big. Surprised the hell out of him when he was a teenager and saw how he compared to all the other guys in the locker room. “I hope you like the view.”
“I do,” Chad said softly. Then he cleared his throat. “So you knew who I was?”
Owen nodded.
“You could have told me, dickwad,” Chad muttered, picking at a loose thread in the carpet.
“I didn’t think it mattered,” Owen said. “When I met you at the party, I didn’t think I’d see you ever again, so I didn’t bother. And then at the bookstore, I didn’t get a chance.”
Chad grinned at that, all pride.
Owen rolled his eyes. “I never thought it needed to come up.”
“I’m guessing Marley told you about her deadbeat brother then?”
Owen sat up and leaned against the couch. “What’re you talking about?”
“She’s always on my case to get a job…or a better job…or—”
“Your sister loves you,” Owen said. “Sure, she tells stories about you, and I gathered you were a little bit of a…” He reached for a word. “…free spirit. But every story she tells is out of love. She certainly never called you a deadbeat.”
Chad looked at him with wide eyes, and Owen shifted, thinking this conversation was a little deep for two guys who didn’t like each other. Although it wasn’t too deep for two guys who’d just participated in a sixty-nine.
Chad blinked then looked away. “Um. Okay then.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I was. And that I knew who you were.”
Chad shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter.”
“It kinda does when your sister is my boss.”
That grin was back, and now Chad laughed. “Oh, shit. Look at you, Mr. Bow Tie, fucking your boss’s brother. This would make a great porno.”
Owen narrowed his eyes. “I don’t find it quite that funny.”
“It’s kinda funny.”
“To you, maybe.”
“Banging the boss’s brother.”
“Chad, for God’s sake—”
Chad sat up, bracing himself with his hands behind him, eyes bright. “Sucking a fatty with Chaddy.”
“Tell me you did not just say that.”
Chad was full-out laughing now, shoulders shaking. “Moanin’ with Owen.”
“Stop!”
Chad fell back on the floor, rolling on his side, clutching his stomach as he convulsed with laughter. Owen rolled his eyes, watching the grown man in front of him acting like an idiot.
A cute idiot. With a great dick and perfect ass.
Owen pounced on top of Chad, who rolled onto his back, mouth stretched in a huge smile, eyes shining with tears of laughter. His chuckles were fading now as he stared up into Owen’s face. “It’s okay to laugh sometimes, ya know, Mr. Uptight Turtle Bow Tie.”
“My nickname seems to get longer every day.”
Chad ran a finger down the length of Owen’s nose. “Forgot one. Mr. Uptight Big Dick Turtle Bow Tie.”
“You’re incredibly annoying.”
That smirk. It was starting to make Owen hard. “So I’ve been told. Numerous times. By numerous people.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Chad not to change, that his smart mouth made him Chad, made him the most frustratingly annoying, hot, and sexy man Owen had ever met. But that was too much. That wasn’t what they were. One thing Marley had said about Chad was that he didn’t commit. To jobs, to lovers, to anything, really. Which was why Owen knew this wouldn’t last. They’d fuck each other out of their systems until something new and shiny caught Chad’s eye. And Owen was fine with that.
Owen lay down beside Chad and propped his head on his fist. He ran his fingers down Chad’s side, over his ribs, and Chad shuddered. “So what’s your job of the month, then?”
Chad laughed. “I’m a bartender at Blue Moon now. Have been for a couple of months.”