[For Michael]Just like old times.
Michael's room was empty when Brian barged in without announcing himself, so he looked around, fucked with the french guy's stuff a little, then draped himself across Mikey's bed, one arm propped behind his head and one knee bent, watching the door and waiting for Mikey to return. No matter how long it took, he'd just wait. And if the other one came back first, well. Maybe he'd have a little fun with him, instead. He was fucking gorgeous, Mikey's roommate. He'd have to remember to ask Mikey if he'd done anything about that.