Outside Beaumont House, Luke shut off the engine and turned to Hunter, who realized pressing his forehead against the cool glass felt very good.
“Well, here we are.” Luke reached down and touched Hunter’s knee.
“Yes. The old haunted house.” Hunter impulsively grabbed Luke’s hand and brought it up to his crotch, at the same time wondering who had possessed him. He put his hand over Luke’s, forcing him to feel the hardness there. “See what you do to me?” he asked hoarsely.
Luke squeezed and rubbed all on his own. He leaned over the seat and kissed Hunter, openmouthed, dueling with his tongue. The kiss went on and on, until Hunter broke away, breathless. He had a moment where he questioned what he was doing, but his libido shut him up real quick.
“Let’s go inside.”
This isn’t right. I’m
