Misplaced sparks of glitter clung to Mark’s chest and face, and every time Mark rose or sank, they took turns catching the light from outside the window: silver, blue, pink, and gold. Mark’s skin shimmered with sweat, a perfect background for the winking bits that, no matter how often Gerry reached for them, managed to elude his fingers. There was no better place for an empty hand to fall than Mark’s heated body, though. His muscles were tight, his shoulders pinned back so he could grip Gerry’s thighs, neck stretched, chin up, and mouth open in soundless bliss. His chest and stomach heaved with every breath. He looked gorgeous—a general on a steed, riding both the thrill of an impending win and the excitement of battle. But the most perfect part of Mark’s body stood at attention, leaking c
