incredible, like clothes right out of the dryer and Parker wanted to go home and lose himself in Ross for the weekend.
“There’s no way she’s sixty-eight.” He murmured as he picked up another picture. “This is your sister?” Ross asked and Parker nodded, letting his cheek drag against Ross’. “She looks like you. And you take after your father. He was really handsome.” He set the photo down and pulled free of Parker’s arms and went to the bookshelf across the room. Parker turned and leaned as he watched Ross’ finger run along the spines. “Can I borrow this?” He looked over his shoulder and Parker nodded. He didn’t bother to see what it was. Ross could take whatever he wanted. He flashed Parker one of his crooked smiles before his head jerked toward the desk. “I brought you something.” Ross said before he went back to inspecting Parker’s books. Parker’s brows rose when he spotted the gift bag on his desk. He crossed the room and pushed back the tissue paper and peeked inside.
“Yes!” He gasped when he saw a large tub of saltwater taffy. Parker wasn’t big on candy but he adored saltwater taffy. His hand found something large and square and he pulled it out. “Harry Potter?” Parker asked as he examined a box set of blu-ray discs. “This is all the movies?” Ross nodded as he squatted in front of Parker’s record collection.
“You said you hadn't seen them. I haven’t either. I thought it might be fun, if you weren’t in the mood to get out of the house.” Ross murmured as he pulled a record. “These are all jazz.” He noted before his head snapped up and his smile was brilliant. “You’re named after Bird?” Ross asked and Parker grinned.
“My dad was a huge Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie fan. Mom wouldn’t let him name me Dizzy.” He said and Ross laughed as he stood up. “I’m more of an Armstrong fan, personally. I like the earlier stuff.” Parker said as he pointed at a framed print of Louis Armstrong. Ross sighed as he reached for Parker.
“I’ve been looking for this. Your apartment is so new and sterile, I couldn’t see anything.” He said as he wrapped one arm around Parker’s waist and the pad of his thumb brushed over Parker’s lips. Parker kissed it.
“What do you mean?” He whispered as he stepped closer. Ross’ thumb slid along Parker’s cheek and his hand cupped his jaw.
“I wanted to learn more about you but your place is so empty. All the little odds and ends from your work and travel are here, along with your photos, music and other knick-knacks. This feels more like you.” He explained as his eyes searched Parker’s, making him feel a little dizzy. Ross was the most perceptive person Parker had ever met, he had a way of reading the flick Parker’s eyes or his choice of cocktail. Parker could only imagine what Ross had gleaned from his office. He was completely right, it felt more like home than Parker’s new place.
“David didn’t like clutter and always insisted I restrict my decorating to my office. I haven’t really put much effort into my house yet.” He explained and Ross shook his head as he looked around.
“He sounds like a complete ass, Parker.” Ross stated. “This feels eclectic and warm. I could stay here all day.” He said as he turned back to Parker and angled his head so his lips brushed against Parker’s.
“No, you can’t.” Parker flicked his tongue over Ross’ lower lip and he frowned.
“Why? Are you worried that someone will see me here?” His head went to the door and Parker laughed as he swatted Ross’ shoulder.
“No. You can’t stay here because I want to take you home, get you naked, have sex, watch movies and eat junk food with you.” He felt the hard, warm press of Ross’ erection against his thigh and moaned softly as he sucked on Ross’ lower lip. Ross’ hands slid down Parker’s back and curved around his ass.
“Ah. We better hurry, then.” He mumbled as he ground his
“There’s no way she’s sixty-eight.” He murmured as he picked up another picture. “This is your sister?” Ross asked and Parker nodded, letting his cheek drag against Ross’. “She looks like you. And you take after your father. He was really handsome.” He set the photo down and pulled free of Parker’s arms and went to the bookshelf across the room. Parker turned and leaned as he watched Ross’ finger run along the spines. “Can I borrow this?” He looked over his shoulder and Parker nodded. He didn’t bother to see what it was. Ross could take whatever he wanted. He flashed Parker one of his crooked smiles before his head jerked toward the desk. “I brought you something.” Ross said before he went back to inspecting Parker’s books. Parker’s brows rose when he spotted the gift bag on his desk. He crossed the room and pushed back the tissue paper and peeked inside.
“Yes!” He gasped when he saw a large tub of saltwater taffy. Parker wasn’t big on candy but he adored saltwater taffy. His hand found something large and square and he pulled it out. “Harry Potter?” Parker asked as he examined a box set of blu-ray discs. “This is all the movies?” Ross nodded as he squatted in front of Parker’s record collection.
“You said you hadn't seen them. I haven’t either. I thought it might be fun, if you weren’t in the mood to get out of the house.” Ross murmured as he pulled a record. “These are all jazz.” He noted before his head snapped up and his smile was brilliant. “You’re named after Bird?” Ross asked and Parker grinned.
“My dad was a huge Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie fan. Mom wouldn’t let him name me Dizzy.” He said and Ross laughed as he stood up. “I’m more of an Armstrong fan, personally. I like the earlier stuff.” Parker said as he pointed at a framed print of Louis Armstrong. Ross sighed as he reached for Parker.
“I’ve been looking for this. Your apartment is so new and sterile, I couldn’t see anything.” He said as he wrapped one arm around Parker’s waist and the pad of his thumb brushed over Parker’s lips. Parker kissed it.
“What do you mean?” He whispered as he stepped closer. Ross’ thumb slid along Parker’s cheek and his hand cupped his jaw.
“I wanted to learn more about you but your place is so empty. All the little odds and ends from your work and travel are here, along with your photos, music and other knick-knacks. This feels more like you.” He explained as his eyes searched Parker’s, making him feel a little dizzy. Ross was the most perceptive person Parker had ever met, he had a way of reading the flick Parker’s eyes or his choice of cocktail. Parker could only imagine what Ross had gleaned from his office. He was completely right, it felt more like home than Parker’s new place.
“David didn’t like clutter and always insisted I restrict my decorating to my office. I haven’t really put much effort into my house yet.” He explained and Ross shook his head as he looked around.
“He sounds like a complete ass, Parker.” Ross stated. “This feels eclectic and warm. I could stay here all day.” He said as he turned back to Parker and angled his head so his lips brushed against Parker’s.
“No, you can’t.” Parker flicked his tongue over Ross’ lower lip and he frowned.
“Why? Are you worried that someone will see me here?” His head went to the door and Parker laughed as he swatted Ross’ shoulder.
“No. You can’t stay here because I want to take you home, get you naked, have sex, watch movies and eat junk food with you.” He felt the hard, warm press of Ross’ erection against his thigh and moaned softly as he sucked on Ross’ lower lip. Ross’ hands slid down Parker’s back and curved around his ass.
“Ah. We better hurry, then.” He mumbled as he ground his
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