Jo needed no prompting. He cupped Kevin’s face in both hands and held it firm as he leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t tentative but sure and decisive, needy. His lips pressed down on Kevin’s with a hunger that told his newfound friend exactly what he hoped to get from their time together, and how far he’d go to get it, too. His mouth parted, his tongue darted out, and he dipped it between Kevin’s lips, probing, tasting, laying claim to what he wanted.
Right here, right now, tonight, what he wanted was Kevin.
He took a step back until he was up against the door and Kevin pinned him in place, the hands at Jo’s waist working the zipper on his jeans down, fumbling into his open fly. Clumsy fingers brushed over the front of Jo’s briefs, causing the erection confined within the fabric to flare t
