Joe didn’t have his patience. The noise soon got to him and he released Christophe, opening their door. “Shut up!”
Chris slapped his shoulder, laughing. “Stop it.”
At the end of the hall, Hébert started, blanched, and quickly crossed himself, shutting himself into his room. Hébert had never really gotten a clear look at Joe until now.
“You’ve scared the life out of him.” Chris laughed again, dipping his finger into the hot water on the stove. He winked and nodded his chin to Joe’s crotch. “Big as you are.”
Joe cracked a smile. “Take your clothes off. It’s late.”
“No, you take my clothes off.”
Joe drained the last of his drink and walked to Chris. Within seconds, he had him naked and shivering inside his hands.
“Joe, I’m cold,” Christophe whined, yet he stood still in the tin basin,
