“Is that how it is?” Henry smiled, turning into the touch and scooting deeper into the nest behind the boxes, into Gere’s space to press himself closer, seeking out his warmth and touch.
Gere’s clicking picked up in excitement, and he nuzzled Henry’s neck to coax him into lying down. Henry did, appreciating how it took the pressure off his ankle. It was funny, this should be some kind of nightmare, trapped in a dark attic corner with a cryptid above him, but all he could feel was an unbridled thrill. Gere liked him so much, trusted him so much that he brought him here.
Gere’s fingers tickled down his ribs, reaching his waistband, then pushing up under his shirt. Henry shivered again, even though there wasn’t anything inherently s****l about the touch. He just liked the way Gere’s fingers
