us,” Lachlan grumbled.
“Hmm, all right, I'll give you that one.” Cormag couldn't believe that he'd memorised that word for word. He'd been at his most drunk when he said it, trying to convince himself to keep his hands off the gorgeous boy who was flirting so openly with him. Now he wondered why he'd bothered. “But you're the st raight arrow who started it all,” he agreed. But that couldn't be helped; he was far too irresistible.
“True.” Lachlan smiled back at him cheekily.
“Now are you going to call Konnor back?” he asked, unsurprised that he shook his head and closed his eyes again. The poor kid was tired and hungover for the first time in his life; on any other day he'd let him sleep. “Won't everyone be wondering where you are?” Cormag tried another tactic, but he shook his head.
He did look reluctant to move and he had to admit that he understood that. He didn't want Lachlan to leave and realise that he wasn't gay and therefore didn't want to see him again or be talked into never seeing him again by his friends and family.
“No. My parents will assume I'm staying with Konnor and he won't want them to know that he found me and lost me again, so he'll tell them I'm with him. I'm covered until at least four,” Lachlan confessed, only to catch a yawn with the back of his hand. He finally opened his eyes again and gave them a rub with the heel of his hand.
“And what happens at four?”
“I'm supposed to go to work.” He smiled absently to himself.
Cormag moved back over to his own side of the bed, thinking about that. “The scene of the crime,” he teased as he held his hands behind his head and listened to the incessant buzzing of his phone vibrating its way across the bedside table. “Should I call Konnor for you?” he wondered.
“No. You should be keeping me warm. You let a draft in when you got out of bed,” Lachlan complained as he draped himself over his body. He wasn't the kind of person who usually wanted to snuggle, but he did enjoy having Lachlan close.
“Oh did I? I'm so sorry.” He laughed in amusement, letting one arm move down to hold him close.
When his mobile buzzed right off the bedside table and onto the floor he wanted to grab the stupid thing and switch it off. But he couldn't do that; he had to keep it on in case his work called. “I better answer it or he's going to find out where I live and come round here,” he decided.
“ Oh God,” Lachlan groaned in complaint. A second later a loud ringing began to shrill through the house. “Make it stop!” he begged with a whine.
Cormag almost found it funny, except that he knew he was cursing alcohol, hangovers and Konnor for the choir of screeching that was going on inside his head.
“I guess he found the house number then.” He was giving Lachlan a gentle shove back onto his side of the bed when another noise permeated the room, making him groan in frustration. “And that would be the doorbell.” He wondered if Konnor had a few different phones, because his mobile was still buzzing on the floor and the house phone was shrieking while someone held a finger on the doorbell. There was no way to stop it except to get up.
“Go away!” Lachlan shouted from beneath the covers.
Cormag found himself smiling. “Why don't you grab a shower and get dressed?” he suggested as he grabbed a t-shirt from the chair in the corner of the room and pulled it on. He cursed Konnor with all the names under the sun for the pounding that was now going on at his front door. He was going to wake the neighbours if he wasn't careful.
“No . I'm not moving until it stops,” he protested.
He figured that was probably for the best. Lachlan's head was in a delicate state right now and the last thing he needed was to remove his hands and come out from the protection of the duvet. Cormag left him in bed, trying to escape the noise and headed to the door, ready to throttle Konnor.
Chapter 9
Konnor stood on Cormag's
“Hmm, all right, I'll give you that one.” Cormag couldn't believe that he'd memorised that word for word. He'd been at his most drunk when he said it, trying to convince himself to keep his hands off the gorgeous boy who was flirting so openly with him. Now he wondered why he'd bothered. “But you're the st raight arrow who started it all,” he agreed. But that couldn't be helped; he was far too irresistible.
“True.” Lachlan smiled back at him cheekily.
“Now are you going to call Konnor back?” he asked, unsurprised that he shook his head and closed his eyes again. The poor kid was tired and hungover for the first time in his life; on any other day he'd let him sleep. “Won't everyone be wondering where you are?” Cormag tried another tactic, but he shook his head.
He did look reluctant to move and he had to admit that he understood that. He didn't want Lachlan to leave and realise that he wasn't gay and therefore didn't want to see him again or be talked into never seeing him again by his friends and family.
“No. My parents will assume I'm staying with Konnor and he won't want them to know that he found me and lost me again, so he'll tell them I'm with him. I'm covered until at least four,” Lachlan confessed, only to catch a yawn with the back of his hand. He finally opened his eyes again and gave them a rub with the heel of his hand.
“And what happens at four?”
“I'm supposed to go to work.” He smiled absently to himself.
Cormag moved back over to his own side of the bed, thinking about that. “The scene of the crime,” he teased as he held his hands behind his head and listened to the incessant buzzing of his phone vibrating its way across the bedside table. “Should I call Konnor for you?” he wondered.
“No. You should be keeping me warm. You let a draft in when you got out of bed,” Lachlan complained as he draped himself over his body. He wasn't the kind of person who usually wanted to snuggle, but he did enjoy having Lachlan close.
“Oh did I? I'm so sorry.” He laughed in amusement, letting one arm move down to hold him close.
When his mobile buzzed right off the bedside table and onto the floor he wanted to grab the stupid thing and switch it off. But he couldn't do that; he had to keep it on in case his work called. “I better answer it or he's going to find out where I live and come round here,” he decided.
“ Oh God,” Lachlan groaned in complaint. A second later a loud ringing began to shrill through the house. “Make it stop!” he begged with a whine.
Cormag almost found it funny, except that he knew he was cursing alcohol, hangovers and Konnor for the choir of screeching that was going on inside his head.
“I guess he found the house number then.” He was giving Lachlan a gentle shove back onto his side of the bed when another noise permeated the room, making him groan in frustration. “And that would be the doorbell.” He wondered if Konnor had a few different phones, because his mobile was still buzzing on the floor and the house phone was shrieking while someone held a finger on the doorbell. There was no way to stop it except to get up.
“Go away!” Lachlan shouted from beneath the covers.
Cormag found himself smiling. “Why don't you grab a shower and get dressed?” he suggested as he grabbed a t-shirt from the chair in the corner of the room and pulled it on. He cursed Konnor with all the names under the sun for the pounding that was now going on at his front door. He was going to wake the neighbours if he wasn't careful.
“No . I'm not moving until it stops,” he protested.
He figured that was probably for the best. Lachlan's head was in a delicate state right now and the last thing he needed was to remove his hands and come out from the protection of the duvet. Cormag left him in bed, trying to escape the noise and headed to the door, ready to throttle Konnor.
Chapter 9
Konnor stood on Cormag's
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