Chapter 9

Morning came in the blink of an eye; the annoying chime of his phone’s alarm stirred Yves awake to an uncomfortable position that simmered his blood to a boiling point. He had one thigh pressed against Timothy’s crotch, and something very much awake was pulsating there, even though its owner was still snoring in his sleep.

Yves quickly dislodged his leg between Timothy’s thighs and reached for his phone on the nightstand to turn it off. It was already quarter to five in the morning. He had only grabbed his eyeglasses when he felt a hand crawling up his thigh. He froze just as it stopped to grope his behind.

“Soft,” Timothy grumbled.

A vein ticked off Yves’ forehead, jolting his leg to kick Timothy, sending him rolling to the side of the bed until he fell.

“Ow! Ow! What the hell?”

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there.” Yves rubbed the grain of sleep on the corner of his eyes before he put on his eyeglasses, smiling innocently at the man sprawled on the floor