“I heard you.”Nathan wrapped his arms around Wes’s waist,hugging him tight.Then he puckered his lips and kissed Wes’s nipple.“I’ll stop.”
Can I say I love this?They lay together,their breath soft in the still morning.Roger was never like this,never—in the mornings when Wes had to wake him up,he was surly and hung over until he’d had his coffee and his paper and his morning cigarette.Then he might be a little better,if Wes made him something to eat or suggested a shower together or something along those lines.I want to wake up like this every day.
Abruptly,Nathan sat up.“Gotta pee.”