“Stop overthinking everything,” Dustin says.
“f**k it,” Ronan mutters. He reaches out and places one hand on the back of Dustin’s head, the other around his waist. He uses both to pull Dustin to him, so he can place a kiss on Dustin’s soft, pink lips.
Dustin kisses back. He grabs hold of Ronan, pulling him close and down onto the bed, which isn’t small but really isn’t meant for two grown men. Ronan hears it groan under their combined weight.
“Wait!” Ronan says, pulling out of the kiss.
“Damn it, not again!” Dustin complains, clearly thinking that Ronan is calling a stop to things like before in the motel room.
“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to stop. My bed is bigger, and my bedroom has condoms and lube—I’m assuming you didn’t pack those things?” Ronan asks.
“s**t, I didn’t even th
