Chapter 11

They turn the shower off and tumble out, swatting at each other with towels, but on the list of Henry’s urgent needs, “being dry” ranks pretty near the bottom at the moment. He hurries Zack from the bathroom, and they leap for the bed. They wrestle and roll, unable to press themselves close enough to satisfy the wild need for union. Henry urges Zack onto his belly, then jumps off the bed, grabs him by the ankles, and slides him to the edge. Zack gets up on his knees, gets his ass wide in the air, and again whimpers please.

“Lube?” Henry manages to croak.

“Use lotion.”

“K. Lotion?”

“Look in the bathroom,” Zack cries. “For fuck’s sake, hurry, Henry. God, I need you.”