Chapter 26: Making LoveNoah settled down in front of the television for a lovefest with the Xbox and we snuck off to my bedroom and shut the door.
Jackson pulled off his shirt, then mine, then pressed himself against me and kissed me like he was going to war. He had me pushed up against the wall. He was a bundle of taut, sleek muscles, all manhood and malehood, smelling faintly of some cologne that I couldn’t identify.
He kissed me like his life depended on it.
I returned the favor, and then some.
While I was taller than he was, I was a slim Southern boy—one of those squirrel-eyed peckerwood types that look like they’re had too many hard winters and not enough pots to piss in—and he was muscular from a lot of time spent in the gym. Well-defined muscles were smooth and hard to the touch
