Ken looked at him in shock, seconds before Sean kissed him. A wave of need flooded him as he returned the kiss. Only Sean’s arms wrapping around him kept him standing as they devoured each other’s mouths, tongues warring for ascendancy.
Gripping the hem of Sean’s shirt, Ken realized it wasn’t coming off while Sean was holding him. That presented a brief problem, which Sean solved by releasing him long enough for them both to strip off their shirts. Then their lips locked again while they scrambled to undo buttons and pull down zippers. Soon their jeans were puddled around their ankles.
“God damned shoes,” Sean growled after breaking the kiss. He toed them off, stepping out of his pants.
By then, Ken was naked too, except for his boxers, which he quickly removed. “Bed. Now,” he said, his
