About an hour and a half later, full of lemonade, homemade cookies, and up to speed on every aspect of James’ life that they might ever have wanted to know about, Tyler and Ward bade Mrs. Beecher good night.
If Ward had had any concerns about Tyler’s intentions for the rest of the evening, they were immediately dispelled as soon as Tyler’s front door closed behind them. Tyler quickly disposed of both his and Ward’s shirts and jeans, leaving them in a jumbled pile on the living room floor, topped with two pairs of white briefs.
The two held each other’s naked bodies as they kissed, hands roaming freely over their bodies.
Without breaking contact, Tyler walked Ward backward from the living room, down the hallway, and into Jack’s bedroom.
“What’re we doing in here?” Ward asked, never taki
