Jay didn’t know when he had dozed or even when Drake had withdrawn from him and gotten rid of the condom. The bigger man now lay next to him on his stomach, snoring softly. And taking up most of the bed. If this sort of thing was going to continue with Drake, he’d need a bigger bed.
He smoothed a finger over Drake’s bare back. If it was going to continue. That might be a big if. He’d been wrong before. But Drake had come to him. Well, he’d come to him last time, too, though.
“Drake?” Jay shook him just a little.
Drake murmured and opened his eyes. He smiled. “Hey.”
Jay smiled back. “Hey. Um. Wow.”
The other man laughed. “Yeah. What’s on your mind, Jay?”
“I’m just wondering what this all means I guess.” He felt himself blush. “I don’t want to come out sounding all emo.”
Drake shifted
