Chapter 35

“God, yes!” Larry cried, hitting an octave he wasn’t even sure Geoff’s golden voice could reach.

Pleased with himself, Geoff murmured, “There we go,” and kissed his way down the thin line of faint hair that trailed down Larry’s flat stomach to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. When he reached Larry’s fly, Geoff unbuttoned it with his teeth, then eased down the zipper with his tongue. Larry felt that warm, wet muscle through his briefs as it tickled over his belly and moved lower, licking through the open gap in his jeans to press against the fly of his underwear.