“I would. I think it’d be great. Want more pizza?” Galaxy asked, eyeing Adam’s empty plate.
He’d barely noticed devouring the pizza. “It was really good.”
“Thanks. Want more?”
Adam patted his stomach. “I’m fine. Let me help you clean up.” He rose and picked up the empty plates and the salad bowl and took them to the kitchen. His cock had managed to go down to half-hard but he was pretty sure it would be raring to go with little encouragement.
Galaxy opened the fridge. “Want another beer?”
Adam turned from the sink where he’d set the dishes to see the other man bent over, looking in the fridge. Galaxy’s jeans pulled tight against his rounded ass. And there went Adam’s cock to fully alert. Hard and aching.
Damn.
“Should be illegal,” he muttered.
Galaxy straightened and glanced over his shoulder. “What did you say?”
“Your ass should be illegal,” Adam joked. “Hokey, yeah, but damn, Galaxy, you have a great ass.”