Chapter 15
The world around them slows until all Alan knows is the feel of Jim’s hands on his face, their lips pressed together, their breaths and heartbeats falling into synchronicity. Jim’s body is a welcome weight above him, and suddenly it feels as if they’re wearing too many clothes; there’s too much fabric between them. Pulling Jim’s shirt out of the waistband of his pants, Alan begins unbuttoning it from the bottom up. Jim does the same to Alan’s shirt, starting from the neckline and heading down.
About halfway, Jim eases his hands into the front of Alan’s shirt and grins against Alan’s lips. “An old school undershirt. I love it.”
Alan pulls back, confused. “What do you mean by that?”
With a shrug, Jim kisses the tip of his nose. “The younger generations don’t wear them anymore.
