Michael blamed the couch.
He couldn’t figure out anyone or anything else to blame. He paced around the living room currently devoid of any furniture but for the couch and an ebony coffee table.
Having no experience in these matters, Michael decided to call the most experienced person he knew. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed up Nora. On the third ring she answered in a slightly breathless, giddy voice. Glad someone was having a good evening. His sucked and was getting worse by the second.
“Did I interrupt something?” Michael asked.
“Nah, just reading the dirty parts of Atlas Shrugged again. What’s up, Angel?”
“Griffin and I got in a fight,” Michael confessed immediately, sitting on the floor and pulling his legs to his chest.
“Aww...” she said, almost laughing. “Your first fight. This is one for the scrapbook. Please tell me it’s about something totally stupid.”
“It’s about the new couch,” Michael said in utter misery.
“Perfect.”
“It’s not funny, Nora. Griffin walked out. I keep trying to call him, and he won’t answer.”
The panic in his voice must have gotten to her.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Okay, so I had this big Econ test to study for. But Griffin wants to go furniture shopping. So we went yesterday and spent like eight hundred hours picking out one couch.”
“Sounds like Griffin. When he and I went shopping for his Porsche, he test-drove every car on the lot. Even identical models. He said he had to know how the different paint jobs felt.”
“Right. He’s nutty about this stuff,” Michael said, glad to know Nora understood. “So Friday was furniture shopping so today was supposed to be me studying for my test. But he wouldn’t let me. First he wanted to have sex, which I didn’t complain about. Then he took me to lunch. Then we went to Shakespeare in the Park—”
“That’s fucking enchanting right there,” Nora said.
Michael ignored her. “Then he made me do even more furniture shopping. Finally, I said I couldn’t hang out with him anymore today, or I’d flunk my test. He said he didn’t understand why I was stressing so much. And I said…”
Michael paused and closed his eyes tight. Now he remembered. Wasn’t the couch’s fault at all.
“What did you say, Angel?” Nora asked gently.
“I said that unlike him, I cared about graduating from college.”
He heard Nora’s sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “Ouch,” she said.
“I know.” Michael rubbed at his face. He still couldn’t believe he’d said that. Griffin was wicked smart. It wasn’t the absence of intelligence that kept Griffin from graduating from Brown but the presence of a drug problem, which he’d faced and conquered.
“I only meant that he’s, you know, rich, but I’m going to need to get a job someday. He’s going to dump me, and I totally deserve it.”
“Relax. Griffin’s so in love with you he can’t see straight. He’s probably out there walking, trying to clear his head. That’s all.”
“What if he’s not? What if it’s worse than that?”
“Michael, Griffin’s been clean and sober for years now. One fight with you is not going to send him racing to an opium den or whatever the hip new drug trend is now.”
“I think opium dens went out two centuries ago.”
“Really? I thought I was just at one the other night. Or was that a hookah bar?”
Michael opened his eyes. The couch was sitting there, taunting him. Griffin said he wanted something simple. Michael heard “simple” and thought “IKEA.” Griffin’s version of simple was made of Italian leather and cost ten thousand dollars.
“I still don’t get the couch thing,” Michael said, staring at the massive black leather work of art sitting in front of him. “It’s his money, his apartment. Why does he want me to pick out the furniture?”
“Michael. Darling. Angelfish. Allow me to state the obvious here for a moment. You are a freshman in college with about zero money to your name, yes?”
“Yes.”
“And Griffin is a twenty-nine-year-old trust fund baby.”
“True.”
“Have you considered that maybe Griffin wants you to pick out the furniture for the apartment so it would feel like your home instead of just his?”
For almost a full ten seconds Michael sat in silence.
“No. Hadn’t thought of that.”
“You know you’re Griffin’s first serious relationship, right?”
“He’s my first serious relationship, too. One of us needs to know what we’re doing.”
“Nobody knows what they’re doing.”
“Is there like Same Sex Relationships for Dummies out there?” Nora wrote erotica novels. Surely she would have heard of such a thing.
“You don’t need it even if there was. Same sex, opposite sex, kinky sex. All relationships are hard. Even the good ones. I know Griffin. I’ve known that sexy twerp for years. He’s out walking right now trying to figure out what to do, and he’ll be back any minute. So relax.”
“I can’t relax.”
“You better relax that tight ass of yours. Soon as he gets back you’ll spend five minutes talking about it and the next three hours fucking.”
“I hope so,” Michael said, not feeling the slightest bit sexy right now. But he’d do anything Griffin wanted as long as he walked through that door safe and sound. “He’ll probably never forgive me for saying what I did.”
“I’m kind of proud of you myself. That’s some feisty shit there. Griffin’s been handed everything he’s ever wanted in his life. Other than getting clean, you’re the only thing he’s ever had to work for.”
Michael shook his head. “I belong to him. He doesn’t have to work for me at all.”
“Well, for God’s sake don’t tell him that.”
Michael opened his mouth to say something but he stopped when he heard the sound of keys in the door.
“He’s home. I gotta go,” Michael said, and hung up just as he heard Nora laughing out an “I told you so.”
Pulling himself off the floor, Michael shoved his phone back in his pocket and raced to the front door. Griffin let out a surprised sort of “uff” sound as Michael launched himself into his arms.
“God, I’m so glad you’re back,” Michael said as Griffin wrapped his strong arms around him. “I’m sorry. I’m so freaking sorry. I can’t believe I said that. I’m on a scholarship so I have to keep my GPA up. I got stressed out and took it out on you and I didn’t mean it. And—”
“Mick, calm the fuck down,” Griffin said, pulling back and looking at him. “I’m not mad.”
Michael nearly collapsed onto the floor in relief. “But…” he sputtered. “I called you like a million times and you didn’t answer.”
Griffin grinned sheepishly. “Battery died. Forgot to charge my phone last night. Was a little preoccupied.”
Michael blushed. Last night Griffin had instructed him in the art of giving a good blowjob. Way more fun than studying Macroeconomics. “Where did you go?”
“Just out walking. Trying to think things out. Look, Mick, I’m sorry for being so demanding. I don’t get to see you during the week so I sort of forgot that you don’t completely belong to me on the weekends.”
Michael shook his head. “I belong to you all the time.”
He reached out and gripped the fabric of Griffin’s black shirt.
Griffin covered Michael’s hands with his. “You do, do you?”
“Yes, sir,” Michael said. Griffin raised his eyebrow at him. One surefire way to get Griffin in the mood was to call him “sir.” Michael called him that as much as possible.
Griffin ran his hands up Michael’s arms and grasped him by the shoulders. Michael quickly found his back pressed to the door and Griffin’s body pushing hard into him.
Panting slightly, Michael waited as Griffin brought his lips to Michael’s mouth and let them hover only a hairsbreadth apart. Griffin, such a master tease.
“I have an idea,” Griffin whispered. “Why don’t you go get ready for me and meet me in bed in ten minutes?”
Swallowing, Michael felt every muscle in his body tensing. “I have a better idea,” he answered.
“Do you? I’m open to suggestions.”
“Maybe...” Michael said, tilting his hips forward to meet Griffin’s. “Maybe we should meet on the new couch.”
Griffin’s sculpted lips curled into a cocky grin. “See? You don’t need to study, Mick. You’re already a genius.” Griffin pressed his lips to Michael’s and slipped his tongue in his mouth. Groaning softly, Michael dug his fingers into Griffin’s forearms.
Suddenly Griffin pulled back and chucked Michael under the chin in a way Michael found infuriatingly fatherly and annoyingly attractive.
“Ten minutes,” Griffin said.
Michael headed immediately for the bathroom while Griffin went into their bedroom to gather the usual supplies.
Before leaving the bathroom, Michael paused and glanced at himself in the mirror. He dug through a drawer and found the tube of eyeliner Nora had given him as a gag gift when he and Griffin had made their relationship official. As excited as he was, it took Michael a full two minutes to line his eyes without smearing it everywhere. When he finally got it perfect, he took a deep breath and went straight to the living room.
Michael’s knees nearly buckled when he saw Griffin. Griffin was lounging on the large black leather couch with one leg crossed over his knee, his arm draped across the back. A dozen or more candles burned on the ebony coffee table. The flickering light danced in Griffin’s dark eyes. Griffin didn’t smile, only stared at him. Michael could barely feel his feet as he walked toward the couch and knelt on the floor.
“Like the eyeliner,” Griffin said, tracing the outline of Michael’s face. “But you knew that already.”
Michael glanced at the candles. Just seeing them burning on the table ratcheted up his hunger for Griffin even more. Then he noticed the wax from the candles had started to melt onto the new coffee table. “Shit, sir. The table—”
“Don’t care,” Griffin said. “We’ll buy another one.”
Michael smiled. Every time Griffin said “we,” Michael fell in love with him a little bit more.
“But not while you’re studying,” Griffin finished. “Right?”
“Right.”
Griffin crooked his finger, beckoning Michael to join him on the couch.
As soon as Michael sat on the couch, Griffin grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him long and deep on the mouth. His lips moved to Michael’s cheek, to his ear, to his throat. Michael ran his hands up and down Griffin’s back, relishing the feel of his muscles underneath the smooth fabric of his shirt.
Griffin’s hands roamed over Michael’s chest and arms. Sighing with exasperation, Griffin grabbed a handful of t-shirt and pulled it off Michael.
“Much better,” Griffin said as he placed a series of light kisses across Michael’s chest.
Michael’s erection pushed against the zipper of his jeans. He ached to be naked and underneath Griffin. But he waited impatiently, letting Griffin take the lead as Griffin liked to do.
“Do you want pain tonight?” Griffin asked into the hollow of Michael’s throat. “I’ll take your cock twitching against my hip just now as a ‘yes.’ ”
“It’s a ‘yes,’ ” Michael answered breathlessly.
Griffin unzipped Michael’s pants. He pulled them down Michael’s legs and tossed them into the corner of the room. Breathing a sigh of relief to be naked for Griffin again, Michael stretched out and luxuriated on the insanely expensive couch. The leather felt like warm supple skin underneath him. Maybe it was worth all ten grand Griffin paid for it.
Dipping his head, Griffin pressed slow sensual kisses across Michael’s stomach and hips. Michael didn’t even let himself get his hopes up for kisses on other parts. Griffin enjoyed teasing him too much. As Griffin bit lightly at Michael’s hipbone, he reached out and picked up one of the candles. Michael tensed in anticipation.
“Beg for it,” Griffin said, letting the candle hover over the center of Michael’s chest. Michael had strong masochistic tendencies, which Griffin delighted in playing with.
“Please, hurt me, sir,” he whispered, nearly choking on his need. Griffin let the first drop of scalding candle wax land on the center of Michael’s chest. Michael arched and panted. Another splash landed on his ribcage. Another on his stomach. It burned for only a few seconds before cooling and congealing. But in those few seconds, the agony became ecstasy.
Griffin let a few drops hit his inner thighs perilously close to Michael’s testicles. The fear mixed with pain mixed with love and pleasure brought Michael dangerously close to coming from the erotic torture of the candle wax alone. But Michael knew the rule: Griffin comes first. So he breathed deep to calm himself as Griffin wiped the wax off his body.
“Now,” Griffin said sitting back at the opposite end of the couch, “you did smart off to me today. Are you sorry about that?”
“Very much, sir.”
“Do you want to show me how sorry?”
“Definitely, sir.”
Michael crawled forward and started to unbutton Griffin’s shirt. With each button he opened, Michael pressed a kiss onto Griffin’s chest. Down his chest, down his stomach until he stopped when he reached Griffin’s pants. His hands nearly shaking with desire, Michael unbuttoned and unzipped Griffin’s pants.
For a second Michael just stared at Griffin’s body.
“Something on your mind, Mick?” Griffin asked, and Michael heard the smile in his voice.
“I love your cock,” Michael said, taking it in his hands. Not just long but thick, Griffin’s cock should have scared the hell out of him. But while Griffin might have a blast inflicting pain on Michael during their kinky foreplay, he did everything he could to avoid causing Michael any pain during sex.
“It loves you,” Griffin said, smiling down at him. Michael bent and took the straining crown between his lips and teased it with his tongue. He tasted a drop of pre-come on the tip and swallowed it eagerly. Slowly he moved down taking Griffin deeper and deeper into his mouth. Griffin dug his hand into the back of Michael’s hair.
As Michael kissed and sucked with his tongue and lips, his fingers wandered over Griffin’s hard, flat stomach. Griffin’s hips rose and fell to the rhythm of Michael’s mouth.
“We should fight more often if this is how you behave afterwards,” Griffin said, chuckling softly.
“We don’t have to fight for me to want to do this,” Michael said, hoping they never fought again. Although he had to admit, the making up part made it almost worth it.
Michael ran his hand up and down Griffin’s straining shaft, gripping it firmly as he’d been taught to do. He started to take Griffin in his mouth again but a hand on his chin stopped him.
“Now,” Griffin ordered and Michael moved into position—on his hands and knees, his thighs apart and his back flat. He closed his eyes and started taking deep calming breaths as Griffin uncapped the lube. Slowly, gently, Griffin worked his fingers inside Michael.
“Relax, Mick,” Griffin said, running his free hand over Michael’s lower back, buttocks and thighs.
“Trying.”
“Stop trying so hard.”
Michael laughed a little as Griffin spread his fingers apart inside him. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time. Griffin went back to two fingers and pushed in even deeper. Michael gasped when Griffin found his G-spot and began gently kneading it.
“Oh, God—” Michael’s entire back tensed with pleasure.
“Do you like that?”
“Fuck yes.”
“And this?” Griffin reached between Michael’s legs and cupped his testicles in his large warm hand.
Michael couldn’t even answer with anything other than a groan.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ as well,” Griffin teased. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Michael panted. “So much.”
“On your stomach.”
Griffin’s fingers slid out of Michael as he stretched out flat on his stomach. Griffin lay on top of him and pulled them both onto their sides.
“Lift your knee to your chin,” Griffin ordered and Michael obediently raised his leg. He loved how in charge Griffin was during sex, how experienced. His prowess relaxed Michael more than anything else. Serious relationships might be new to both of them, but when it came to amazing sex, Griffin knew exactly what he was doing.
Griffin rarely gave Michael a verbal warning before penetrating him. Any sort of warning would cause Michael to tense—the last thing they wanted. So instead they just lay spooned together for a few minutes as Griffin kissed Michael’s shoulders, neck and back while gently rubbing his cock against Michael’s thighs. Michael turned his head and his mouth met Griffin’s. Their tongues leisurely intermingled. As Michael lost himself in the kiss, the heat of Griffin’s chest to his back, and the comfort of such strong arms holding him, Griffin pushed the crown of his penis into Michael.
Michael closed his eyes tight but refused to let himself tense up. Griffin had warned him the anal sex would take a little getting used to. Michael had loved fucking like this since their first night together. But it wasn’t something they could really do hard or fast or particularly spontaneously just yet. Michael would never forget their first time together. Griffin had been so patient with him as he spent half an hour working himself all the way in. The night had been so sensual, so special... Now, Michael panted with pleasure as Griffin pushed in deeper—sensual and special, like every time with Griffin.
“Good?” Griffin asked as he pressed in a little more.
“Very good,” Michael answered honestly. No pain, no discomfort, just... “Holy fuck, that’s awesome.”
“What is?” Griffin teased. “Me fucking your ass while stroking your cock? Or the couch?”
Michael couldn’t help but laugh. “It is a nice couch,” he said.
Griffin moaned softly as he bit the back of Michael’s neck.
“I love it when you laugh when I’m in you. I can feel your ass tighten around me.”
That made Michael laugh even more. As he laughed, Griffin pushed the last few inches up and into him. The laughter stopped as Michael inhaled sharply at the sudden stab of ecstasy.
“I hope you’re enjoying this, Mick,” Griffin rasped into his ear, “because I’m not going to be able to stop fucking you for about three hours.”
“That’s fine,” Michael said. “I don’t need to be able to walk to study.”
“Walking’s overrated,” Griffin said, lightly teasing the tip of Michael’s aching cock. “I definitely prefer you on your hands and knees. But maybe we’ll do that next.”
Sighing, Michael pressed his back into Griffin’s chest again as the speed of the thrusts increased. But before either of them could come, Griffin pulled out and put Michael onto his back. Without having to be told, Michael pulled his knees into his chest as Griffin pushed into him again.
Griffin reached over Michael’s head and gripped the arm of the couch as he worked his hips harder and faster. Michael briefly wondered if the snooty old lady at the furniture store would have a stroke if she saw how her customers were breaking their new purchase in. She worked on commission, Michael consoled himself. She’d be fine.
Once more Griffin took Michael into his hand and rubbed him in long, firm strokes that left Michael writhing and moaning underneath him.
“Sir…” He had to come, needed to come, but wasn’t allowed to come until Griffin did. “Please...”
“I love it when you beg,” Griffin said, smiling down at him. “You’re getting really good at it. Say ‘please’ again.”
For all the teasing, Michael could hear the hoarse desperation in Griffin’s tone. He couldn’t hold back much longer either.
“Please, sir. Come in me,” Michael said, too turned on to even blush. Griffin loved making him talk dirty even though it humiliated him. Of course part of Michael loved being humiliated, so really it was a win-win.
“One more.”
Michael’s back arched off the ten-thousand dollar couch as he cried out another “please.”
Griffin’s hips pumped into him as his breathing grew faster and more ragged. Finally Griffin pushed in one final time. Michael gasped as he felt the wet heat of Griffin’s semen pouring into him. Griffin’s orgasm seemed to go on forever. Michael loved hearing Griffin come—his ragged breathing, his shuddering gasps.
Michael wrapped his arms around Griffin’s strong shoulders as Griffin assaulted him with kisses.
“You want to come?” Griffin asked into Michael’s lips.
“Yes, sir.”
“I think you’ve earned it.”
Griffin stayed inside Michael as he sat up on his knees. He rubbed Michael’s cock hard and fast. Michael’s hips tensed, his legs strained, his whole body went rigid as come shot out of him and sprayed his own stomach and chest.
For the second time tonight his body had been covered with something white and sticky. Except now Griffin didn’t wipe it off with his hands. He dipped his head and licked it off Michael’s skin.
Michael reached out and twined his hands in Griffin’s hair as Griffin’s tongue lapped every drop of Michael’s semen off his body. He’d never seen anything in the world more erotic than the wicked dirty grin Griffin flashed him just before he licked the final drop off his chest. When Griffin’s mouth met his, Michael could taste himself.
Slowly Griffin pulled out of him.
He looked down at Michael.
“Now...I think we said something about you on your hands and knees?” Griffin asked.
Michael sat up. He felt tired and languid, the way he always felt after a good orgasm.
Before Michael could move into position, Griffin pulled him close again. Griffin kissed Michael’s neck and shoulders as Michael rested his back into Griffin’s chest.
“Did you enjoy that?” Griffin asked, as he ran his hands over Michael’s thighs.
“You know I did, sir.”
“I like to hear it.”
Michael grinned as he relaxed against Griffin’s muscular frame. “I love it when you fuck me. It feels amazing. I wish we could do it every day.”
Griffin laughed in his ear.
“You want to quit college just so I can fuck you more often?”
“I just wish I could switch my major from ‘Art’ to ‘Fucking.’ I’ll talk to my advisor next week,” Michael offered.
“Do that. In the meantime, we’ll just keep it as an extracurricular activity.”
He could feel Griffin growing hard again.
Michael straddled Griffin’s lap and slowly Griffin pushed into him again.
He liked this position, though they didn’t do it very often since Michael was usually tied down during sex. On his knees with his back to Griffin, Michael could control the speed and depth of penetration. Michael moved up and down on Griffin’s cock while Griffin caressed Michael’s back and sides with his fingertips.
“You’re beautiful, Mick,” Griffin said as he brushed Michael’s long hair to the side so he could kiss the back of Michael’s neck. “Even if you are a smart-ass.”
“I didn’t mean to be,” Michael protested, half-laughing. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m fucking your ass for the second time tonight. Safe to say ‘apology accepted.’ ”
Griffin grabbed Michael by the hips and pushed him down hard onto his lap. Michael gasped at the sudden depth of penetration as Griffin thrust his hips up and came in him again.
“Hands and knees now?” Michael asked as Griffin panted in his ear.
“Yes. But not you.”
Griffin lifted Michael off him and pushed him onto his back once more. They kissed hard and deep as Griffin held himself over Michael on his hands and knees.
Slowly Griffin kissed his way down Michael’s body, lingering over his stomach. Michael thought he’d die if Griffin didn’t hurry up and—
“Oh, God,” Michael said. Griffin wrapped his mouth and tongue around Michael’s cock and sucked it in deep. Griffin didn’t stop there. He elbowed Michael’s thighs open and pushed a finger into him. Michael loved having his G-spot rubbed. And Griffin knew just how to do it—gentle circles, light taps, thorough kneading.
Michael’s fingers dug into Griffin’s strong shoulders. Even if he failed his test, lost his scholarship, and flunked out of school, he would say the weekend had been a success for the Griffin blowjob alone. God, Griffin was good at this.
Griffin’s tongue swirled around Michael’s shaft from the base to the tip and back down again. Michael arched into Griffin’s mouth and came so hard he nearly slid off the Italian leather onto the floor.
“Wow,” Michael said as his ability to see straight slowly came back to him. “I love this couch.”
Griffin crawled up Michael’s body and collapsed on top of him. “I love you,” he said.
Michael smiled tiredly at him. “I love you, too. And this couch.”
“We probably should have gotten some leather cleaner at the store,” Griffin said. Michael felt a small wet spot of lube and semen underneath him on the upholstery.
Michael shrugged. “We’ll flip the cushions.”
“I threatened to fuck you for three hours, didn’t I?” Griffin asked.
“You did. And it’s only been one hour.”
Griffin dropped his head and kissed Michael’s chest and throat. “I have a better idea.”
“I’m actually terrified right now,” Michael said, wrapping one leg around Griffin’s back.
“You should be. Go get cleaned up and meet me on the couch in ten minutes.”
Michael raised an eyebrow, curious what Griffin wanted to do to him now. But Michael obeyed. He grabbed his clothes, went to the bathroom, and took a five-minute shower, making sure to get all the eyeliner off. Once dry and dressed, he returned to the living room and found Griffin dressed now in a white t-shirt and his jeans with the big holes in the knees. Griffin had crazy hot knees.
“What are you doing with my backpack? Need a pen?” Michael asked as he sat at the opposite end of the couch. Michael loved that time right after sex when everything went back to normal, and he could just sit there eating dinner or reading or writing a paper and think, I have Griffin’s come in me. Awesome.
“I need a macroeconomics textbook and luckily, I just found one. So what are we studying?”
Michael tucked his long hair behind his ears and pulled his legs to his chest.
“You’re going to help me study?”
“It’s economics, right?” Griffin asked. “My father is the president of the Stock Exchange. Trust me, I can handle economics. I’m one of three people on the planet who can actually explain what a derivative is while sober.”
“Damn,” Michael said, impressed. “Okay, well, the test is on the first four chapters. We’re supposed to focus on vocab terms and the business cycle.”
“Boring. This is why I didn’t go into the family business.”
“It’s a Gen Ed requirement.”
“Okay, first question. What are the main points of Keynesian Economics?”
Michael laughed. Griffin actually did sound like he knew what he was talking about.
“You know, we can keep having sex if you want,” Michael offered. “I’ve got all Sunday to study.”
“We can have more sex later when you’re done studying. I know getting good grades is important to you. Although even if you lost your scholarship, I’d pay your tuition.”
Once again that night, Michael’s heart swelled with love. He had no memory in his entire life of doing anything good enough to deserve being with Griffin. He was just fucking lucky. No other possible reason.
“You already spend too much money on me as it is. Jesus, the computer alone—”
“You needed a new computer,” Griffin said, flipping through the pages of the textbook.
“Yeah, but I didn’t have to get a seventeen-inch MacBook Pro. It’s bigger than I am.”
“So am I and you like me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like the Mac. But we could have gotten a smaller, less outrageously expensive model.”
“You like it.”
“It’s amazing,” Michael said. When Griffin said he was taking Michael school supply shopping, Michael thought pens, paper, and folders. The first stop had been the Apple Store.
“Mick, I’d give every penny I have to make you happy—2K on a computer is just pocket change.”
“You don’t have to give me anything to make me happy except for you,” Michael tried to explain.
“You already have me. And you always will. So shut up and let me buy you stuff. That’s an order.”
Michael opened his mouth and shut it again. “Yes, sir.”
“Now answer the question or I won’t fuck you for a week. What are the key elements of Keynesian economics?”
Michael took a deep breath. His boyfriend, his lover, his owner, his crazy, ex-drug addict, drop-dead gorgeous, kinky trust fund baby Griffin was helping him study for his macro test. How. Bizarre.
There was only one thing for Michael to do.
“Keynesian economics stresses a mixed approach to the economy—public and private...” he began, settling into Griffin’s couch. His couch.
Their couch.