The mattress wasn’t comfortable, a few inches of foam slab, just over six feet long, and cramped beneath the low curve of the ceiling. Long-legged David couldn’t even stretch out completely but he didn’t seem to mind. Pressed up against Marcus, their bodies curled together, their legs were entwined and warm.
The beer and iced teas sweated on the narrow window frame. They sipped their drinks and talked lazily for a while as their fingers stroked a hip or belly. They pressed soft kisses on one another. David explored again. He traced Marcus’s broad chest and arms, let his fingers trail down his torso, thick thighs and meaty calves.
“You’ve got a horseman’s legs,” David said.
“I’ve ridden since I was two.”
“This feels new…but good.” David smiled. He went quiet for a moment. The security
