“It takes a lot of dexterity.”
“Dex…what…?”
“You gotta know how to use your hands.”
“Oh…”
“Do you know how to use your hands, big boy?”
It was at this point that Wes felt his brain short-circuit. With his last shred of impulse control dead and gone, Wes took Nicky by the shoulders, flipped them around, and pinned him to the hallway wall. One hand grasped both of Nicky’s wrists and locked them well above his head. He kissed him furiously, his free hand cradling that bare waist. Nicky curved his back into Wesley’s chest, his fingers curling over Wes’s hand. When Wes broke the kiss, Nicky actually whimpered, his head jutting forward to try and recapture it. But Wes slipped away before he fell further into the trap of never wanting to leave.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he said. Nicky nodded,
