“Come on.” Andy opened arms. Colby practically ran around Jason, and it was a real hug, not flinching or tentative: full of excitement.
Jason’s own hands yearned to hug Colby too. He hooked thumbs into period-accurate trousers instead. His hands could wait. This was for Colby, and friendship.
Besides, his hands got to play with Colby later. Lots of fun. Extensively so. Nice and drawn-out and exquisite.
He wondered whether Colby would like to get married in a castle, or an art gallery, or a museum. Someplace with history, anyway. Not too over-the-top grand, more friendly-feeling, but with a story to tell.
He himself had never really thought much about it, not having had any relationships serious enough to get there; he’d had a sort of hazy mental picture of the day that involved a lot o
