Chapter 26
Damn you, Evans.
Ian tried to think of something else to say, but the whirlwind of emotions raging within him drowned out all thought, all speech, all words until all that was left was the throb at his crotch and the rapid pounding in his chest that hurt, it beat so fast.
Behind him, Corey asked, “Ian?”
Ian sighed. Holding out one arm, he said, “Help me up.”
Corey slid off the bed and took Ian’s hand in his. Tugging him upright, Corey helped Ian stand, catching him under the arms when he staggered forward. The touch was so innocent, so familiar, so intimate, that Ian had to push Corey’s hands away. He didn’t want to feel them right now, not when every ounce of his being ached for their warm roughness and Corey wouldn’t touch him in that way, not right now. So f**k him. “Lea
