Leaning down on the window sill, Gerrick stares out into the morning. Not much of a view, Trin knows—rusting heaps of junked vehicles, scrawny cats slinking through the lot, a chain-link fence along the palisade that circles the outpost to keep devlars at bay. But from where Trin lies in his sheets, the view is damn fine. Gerrick may be older than Blain but there’s little fat on his body and his muscles are well defined, sculpted and firm. His ass is flat and tight, his stomach taut, his nipples like nuggets in the fuzzy hair that covers his upper chest.
Give me this,Trin thinks suddenly. This intimacy between them, this peaceful awakening, this quiet moment of unabashedness, the two of them naked, each alone in his own thoughts but together. No words, just emotions, the way they were last night. Give me this every morning for the rest of my life.