“Hey.” Wes smoothed a hand across Nathan’s cheek, smiling at the rasp of his fingers against the stubble along his friend’s jaw. As he rubbed his thumb over Nathan’s lower lip, his friend puckered, kissed him, and then leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his mouth. “I never thought I’d wake up beside you.”
With a laugh, Nathan took his wrist in his hand and held his arm above their heads, out of the way. Crawling closer, he began to kiss Wes’s neck and the thick muscle in his shoulder, the ticklish underside of his arm. Then he lay his head on Wes’s chest and released his arm so Wes could drape it over his shoulders. “It won’t be the last time,” he said, picking at Wes’s n****e.
Wes slapped his hand away and laughed. “Stop that.”
But Nathan started pinching him, his fingers danci
