Chris sighed when he heard the knock on his door. But he knew better than to ignore it. He'd tried in the beginning. Lance was persistent.
Chris knew the minute he first met Lance that they wouldn’t get along. There were just things about Lance that put Chris off. His hair, his clothes, his stupid accent.
So, it surprised him when he opened the door and saw someone different. Still Lance, but his bowl-cut hair now spiked, his shirt untucked and flowing over his ass.
And his accent all but disappeared when he whispered in Chris’ ear as he came.