Justin felt as nervous and excited as he had the first time he’d had s*x with Brad. He didn’t know why but he was on edge. Even after making Brad come.
Brad had disappeared into the bathroom off his bedroom, presumably to clean up a bit. He pulled off his shirt and then his slacks.
Brad had a king-size bed covered with a large forest green comforter. Justin pulled back the comforter and pristine white sheets. He hoped he knew what he was doing. He wanted Brad. Always had. But he didn’t think he could be involved with Brad again. Not like before. He’d been thinking about it ever since he woke up to Brad in the hospital room. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking of s*x with Brad. Touching him.
And the taste of Brad. Amazing. Something he definitely should have done all those years ago. Back then
