“Don’t!” Roy jerked away again.
Tucker reached for his hand instead, but Roy didn’t go for that, either. He went for his zipper, and then pressed himself harder into Tucker’s.
Roy’s mouth ended up behind Tucker’s ear, in his shaggy hair. His breath was hot against Tucker’s neck and it almost felt like—sounded like—he might be crying now, as he ground his crotch into Tucker’s, first denim to denim, then the cotton of white briefs against Tucker’s jeans, as Roy unfastened the button and opened his pants all the way. They were too close for Tucker to see anything. He did catch a glimpse of a wet spot on the front of Roy’s underwear—light blue, just like JC-Penney Roy’s—when Roy stepped back, with just his lower half, to fumble with his fly and take his d**k. Both of them were hard, breathin
