Tom’s laughter grew louder. When Wes tried to pull away, Nathan held onto the waistband of his jeans, arched up against him, kept him close. “Don’t,” he breathed, wrapping an arm around Wes’s neck. He could feel how close they were, his own body aching, his d**k hard. Wes’s briefs were already damp against his hand. “Please don’t.”
The truck moved beneath them as Tom climbed up onto the back bumper. Wes looked over his shoulder and Nathan could see their friend backlit by the moon, smiling down at someone beside the truck. He hadn’t noticed them yet. “Only one full one left, honey,” he called out.
Cindy. Nathan couldn’t resist a smug smile. Look, girlfriend—I found one on my own this time.
Tom bent down to lift one of the kegs and saw them. For a moment they all froze and just stared
