Damian fell on top of Alex on the cool sheets of his bed. As they kissed, they pulled at each other’s clothes, shoving off shoes, T-shirts, and shorts, and throwing them aside. Still in their underwear, they rubbed their groins together, their hands stroking each other’s backs and arms and asses. Surely nothing had ever felt so wonderful against Damian’s skin as Alex’s bare chest. It seemed impossible he had ever wanted to tear someone’s underwear off so bad, or enjoyed the anticipation so much.
Alex tipped his face out of the kiss. “I brought condoms, and the lube. They’re in my bag. We should get ‘em.”
“Actually…” Damian slid sideways, reached under the bed, and picked up a box of condoms, along with a bottle of lube, still in its box. Feeling a little shy, he showed them to Alex. “Got
