“Roger…” Wes tried to block his boyfriend’s other hand but it slipped out of his own to cup his crotch, closing with a painful squeeze over the beginnings of an erection Wes tried to deny. “I don’t feel like it, okay? Not tonight. Don’t you understand that?”
Roger’s fingers tightened over his d**k. “You never feel like it.”
Wes found himself wishing Roger really had had more beers tonight, more than his two or three or five, or however many rolled through his system right now, because then he might be too drunk to get it up, he’d just fool around for a few awkward minutes before he passed out, and that wouldn’t be too bad. Wes thought maybe he could handle that.
But when he closed his eyes, it was Nathan’s hands on him, not Roger’s, even though Nathan would never be so rough with him
