Chapter 16
More kisses; Alan loses track of time. His lips are tender, swollen, tingling from a dozen little nibbles and the press of Jim’s mouth to his. Though they both said they wanted to do more, neither seems willing to make the first move. Instead they lie entwined together on Jim’s bed, hands and tongues exploring every swath of bare skin available. Jim was right—Alan could happily spend the rest of his life kissing this man, no complaints.
But since they both want more, why stop here?
The next time Jim comes up for air, Alan slides back a bit, putting some space between them. Jim’s usually smoothed-flat hair stands up on one side of his head, and he runs a hand over it to try and tame it down, with little results. His voice is thick and gravelly when he asks, “What’s up? Why’d y
