“I believe I said ‘at least twelve hours,’” Warren said. “And if you keep touching my wing like that, twelve is going to be far too short to meet my needs.”
Warren smiled broadly, just happy to be in that particular bed with that particular man again. If only Tony didn’t annoy the hell out of him half the time. Warren laughed merrily, just smirking at Tony when he got the raised question mark eyebrow. “I’ll get your whiskey for you if you’re too tired, old man,” he teased, then quickly hopped out of the bed and away before he got a smack on the ass. He gave Tony the full model strut on the way to the bar, ass swinging side to side – it was one of Tony’s favorite parts of Warren, or so he said.
Warren got to the bar and dug around looking for the bottle Tony had requested – making sure to bend so that Tony would have a really nice view while he was waiting – and smiled when he saw the digital camera stashed next to it. Grabbing it up, he spun around and snapped the shutter before Tony could dive under the comforter.