Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Frank pointed to a little radiator in the corner as they put down the mattress. “You can turn it up if it gets too cold at night, and you’ve got a bottle of water here as well, next to the bedding. There’s a restroom at the very back of the workshop if you need it.” He then squinted at them. “But if you decide it’s a great idea to abuse my generosity by trying to rob me or run away, maybe think back to what you saw earlier tonight.”
Knox shook his head. “Never! We are so fucking grateful, man.”
“So fucking grateful. No one has ever been so generous to us,” Liv said and gave Frank a hug, which made him feel like a chihuahua trying to socialize with a mastiff, but he wanted to express that all this kindness meant a lot. “I was so damn worried about Knox’s health, and here you are, a good Samaritan in the junkyard.”
Frank sighed but eventually patted Liv on the back with a stiff gesture, which was, hopefully, a sign that he wouldn’t try to get into any of their pants. What a relief! Liv would rather not need to blow Frank for a bed and dinner, but the idea of anyone touching Knox filled him with vicious anger.
“Don’t come over for breakfast before eight,” Frank said on his way out, leaving Liv and Knox in a cocoon of warmth.
Knox smiled when he smelled his sweatshirt. “It smells so nice.”
“I know, right?” Liv exclaimed, fondling the front of his own top. “And the clothes are so soft. I don’t think I’ve ever worn anything like this!” he said, stepping closer, until he and Knox almost touched by their new bed.
They’d have the most amazing night ever. They wouldn’t have to sleep in turns, afraid of getting robbed, and they would be warm and toasty. Knox threw the bedding to the mattress, then got the bed ready.
“Maybe I’m naive, but I’ve got a good feeling about this place,” he said, looking up at Liv. “If nothing crazy happens, we could take a few days to figure things out here. I don’t think they want an orgy.”
Liv grinned, kicking off his shoes as he rolled into the bed first. “You switch off the light,” he announced, amazed by how soft the mattress felt under his back after sleeping on cold metal floors in the freight trains. “Nah, I don’t think we’re their types.”
The room went dark, and Knox carefully gravitated back to their nest. “This is, like, a single bed. I’m thinking… maybe we could sleep ass to ass? Dick to dick would be weird,” he said and slid under the comforter, pushing Liv to the side, but neither of those suggestions made sense when they had such a small space to work with.
Liv grabbed Knox’s shoulder, settling behind him, and while the little office was warm, spooning another body provided more relief than Liv could have anticipated. It was like sinking into a pool of fresh yet fruity mallow cream, and right now that was exactly what he craved.
“Wow. You smell like strawberries and mint.”
Knox stiffened in Liv’s loose embrace, making him anticipate a pointless struggle when they could just hug and keep one another warm. But the protests never came.
“Gay shampoo,” Knox muttered sleepily.
Liv snorted as fatigue made him sink deeper into the mattress. He was floating on a warm cloud. With the only person who ever mattered to him.
“Everything here is gay, you dumbass.”
Knox chuckled. “You’re gay.”
“You’re gay,” Liv mumbled, inhaling the minty fragrance of Knox’s hair while he hugged him from behind. Their bodies were such a perfect fit for this.
“Watch how you talk to your boyfriend,” Knox said with laughter rumbling in his chest.
Liv hummed, already half-asleep. “Sorry, babe. I love you.”
Chapter 9
Knox
Knox felt as though he was sleeping on a cloud. His pillow smelled of strawberries, he was warm, his belly full, and… someone hugged him. He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting how comforting the thick arms felt around him, but who could they possibly belong to when he had no one else in the world but Liv—
But then Liv mumbled something, pulled him closer, and it became impossible to deny the reality of Liv’s morning wood pressing at his ass.
Blood drained from Knox’s head, leaving it empty. Liv’s boner was giving him one by proxy, and that was fucking weird.
He cleared his throat, hoping to wake Liv up, but while his friend did move, it wasn’t to roll away but squeeze Knox’s pec.
Enough was enough.
“Liv. It’s not a titty,” he said, gently elbowing Liv to shoo him away.
Hot breath engulfed his nape like the softest of blankets, and the sturdy form behind him pressed closer as Liv tightened his hold on Knox. He even smacked his lips as if he were tasting the mouth of some pretty thing he was probably fucking in his dreams. All while Knox lay alongside him, a stand-in for the wet dream girl until his best friend realized what he’d been doing and recoiled so they could both laugh about it.