“That was a lot of fun,” Jim said as he tore off his clothes hours later in his bedroom. Butters had been on the bed and left disgruntled. Jim didn’t care.
“It was. And I told you, we have a Harvest Festival, too. But you missed that. Oh, and every other year, a Boat Lighting thing for Christmas, too. This is the off-year.”
Edward had stripped down to his briefs, further along than Jim, and searched the bedroom. “Condoms? Lube?”
“Bathroom. Under the sink.”
“Hurry and get naked.” Edward threw him a glance as he rushed out.
Jim did. By the time Edward came back holding a strip of condoms—positive thinking, Jim thought—and the bottle of lube, Jim was lying naked on the bed. He’d pulled off the comforter and blanket, so rested on the soft white sheets.
Edward shucked his briefs and stood
