“Babe,” Roger sighed, snaking his arms around Wes’s waist, pulling him close. “Let’s forget about this, okay? Can we just pretend it didn’t happen? Just start again?”
And then Wes was in his arms, Roger holding him close, rubbing along his back and ass, lips pressed against Wes’s neck, possessive. Wait a minute. Wes tried to push away, but his arms were pinned between them and Roger held him too tight. He couldn’t get free.
“I forgive you,” Roger was saying, kissing his way along Wes’s jaw. “We’ll just start all over again and I’ll be so much better this time, I promise.”
Wes pushed against him. “Roger, this isn’t talking—”
Roger’s lips closed over his, cutting off his protest. His tongue forced its way into Wes’s mouth to claim him. Wes felt a hand slip between his legs, prodding
