Gay Escort Pt 6: Bareback Cost More

When Clark sees the way I’m “improperly” packing my clothes, he sighs, up-ends my luggage, and grabs a single shirt. “No, no, no. You need to roll them, like this,” he says, demonstrating his technique by folding in the arms and rolling one of my sweaters into a cylinder.
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“How am I supposed to know? I don’t get out much, remember?” I say, pushing him playfully.
He just chuckles, placing the shirt into the bottom corner of my bag. “That’s why you have me,” he says. “Can’t have my boy crossing the country with ill-packed luggage.”
“Well, sorry I’m in a rush,” I tell him, grinning slightly and just letting him take over. I’ve already pulled out all the clothes and toiletries I want to pack. I just hadn’t gone through the motions of actually stuffing them into a suitcase by the time Clark showed up – and now that he’s here, I suppose it’s just easier for me to hand him the reins.
“You wouldn’t be in a rush if you didn’t wait ’til last minute,” he mutters, bumping me with his hip.
I just laugh, hugging his side as he adds another sweater to my luggage, thankful that he came here tonight to both keep me company and help me get prepared for my trip. “You know how I am, Dad,” I tease.
“That I do, Cub,” he says, chuckling softly as he organizes. “Is Adam packed yet?”
I bite my lip. “Not yet…”
Clark pauses, looking at me. “So where the hell is he? Your flight is in, what, ten hours?”
“He’s playing music tonight,” I inform him. “He should be back soon.”
Clark just purses his lips slightly. “Mhm.”
I know that look. Even...