"Did you go to cook breakfast?" Lake asked, his hair was wild although he had brushed it before bed.
"Yeah," Davian cleared his throat to say, "Clean up so we can eat before it cools."
That sent Lake off much to his relief, and without even looking down Davian knew there was another tent in his pants.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
He was going to be in deep shit if he got hard every time he looked at Lake's face, he needed some self-control.
A short while later, they were in the kitchen eating breakfast, and Davian had devised a perfect plan. As long as he didn't look Lake in the eyes, he wasn't reminded of his sketchy dream.
Lake was too busy reviewing all they had to do that day to notice Davian actively avoiding his face, and by the time they got to the company, there was too much that required Lake's attention.
