Isaac raised an eyebrow and winced as he pushed himself off and stood on his feet, wobbling with his legs spread slightly. He took several deep breaths to regain his composure, relishing in the fact that his cock was finally no longer hard (for the moment), before clapping a hand on Garet’s shoulder and squeezing.
“I mean it. Thank you.” He told the other man, hand slipping back to his side. Garet looked at him quizzically before he clarified, smiling gratefully, “For caring.”
Garet’s eyes softened, and he returned it with his own smile, hooking an arm around Isaac’s shoulders, pulling him close. “…Always. Always.”
There was a pleasant silence as they grinned at each other warmly.
That lasted for a measly five seconds before Garet decided that that was enough sappiness for him and promptly let go, walking away to pick up his clothes and leaving Isaac alone and confused. He stood there, dumbfounded, looking rather lost until he came to senses.
“It’s quite a shame that the new lock I installed didn’t work. Frankly, I kind of enjoyed the moment,” Isaac lamented, working the kinks in his sore arms as he rotated his shoulders.
“What are you talking about? It does work.”
“…What?”
“Yeah,” Garet said, walking over to the door, idly kicking the fish away, and showing the blond that the lock did, in fact, function perfectly well. “See? It works fine.”
“…You didn’t lock the door,” Isaac stated, blank-faced.
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“I mean it. Thank you.” He told the other man, hand slipping back to his side. Garet looked at him quizzically before he clarified, smiling gratefully, “For caring.”
Garet’s eyes softened, and he returned it with his own smile, hooking an arm around Isaac’s shoulders, pulling him close. “…Always. Always.”
There was a pleasant silence as they grinned at each other warmly.
That lasted for a measly five seconds before Garet decided that that was enough sappiness for him and promptly let go, walking away to pick up his clothes and leaving Isaac alone and confused. He stood there, dumbfounded, looking rather lost until he came to senses.
“It’s quite a shame that the new lock I installed didn’t work. Frankly, I kind of enjoyed the moment,” Isaac lamented, working the kinks in his sore arms as he rotated his shoulders.
“What are you talking about? It does work.”
“…What?”
“Yeah,” Garet said, walking over to the door, idly kicking the fish away, and showing the blond that the lock did, in fact, function perfectly well. “See? It works fine.”
“…You didn’t lock the door,” Isaac stated, blank-faced.
“Uh…” he dragged it on awkwardly. “…No.”
“…”
“I’m sorry I forgot?” he tried.
“…”
“…Isaac? Speak to me?”
“I’m going back to work.”
“What?! But what about all of that—“
“No.”