“You want I should come over there and take care of that for you?” Roger asked with a wicked grin. “Or are you still not giving it up?”
“I need to pee,” Wes replied, though that really didn’t answer his boyfriend’s question, did it?
Standing, he stepped into his jeans and tugged them on, hating the faint whiff of beer and smoke that wafted up around him. As he headed down the hall to the bathroom, he could feel Roger’s eyes on his butt and he could almost see that wolfish leer in his mind. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, would it? To let his boyfriend touch him and love him—this early in the morning before he started drinking, when he could still be warm and gentle.
Only I’d close my eyes and it’d be Nathan’s hands on my body, Nathan in me, holding me, kissing me, and when I came would
