Scott stepped close and wrapped an arm around Mark, hugging him. “Yeah, me either, and I think my day was less evil than yours.” Mark felt so warm and alive in his arms, and Scott was relieved his best friend was safe. He tipped Mark’s face up toward his and kissed him. It wasn’t really intentional, more of a reflex based on stress, but it felt so right. Mark was very still for a moment, neither moving nor responding, then he slid his hands around Scott and pushed him back against the wall, returning the kiss with aggression bordering on desperation.
“I want you naked under me,” murmured Mark.
“Sofa.”
The two of them stumbled into the living room, stripping as they went. They fell onto the sofa, Mark on top, kissing Scott, questing hands running over Scott’s torso, down his sides, petti
