The kiss was gentle, a stark contrast to the press of Scott’s body against Chet’s. Chet felt himself pinned between the tattooist chair and his lover, both unyielding as they hemmed him in. Without releasing Chet’s body—or lips—Scott half-turned and unzipped his jeans. The low-riding pants slipped to his knees, followed by a pair of boxers hastily unsnapped. Then Chet felt Scott’s erection alongside his own, both cocks gripped together in one tight fist. His lover’s hardness surprised him; how Scott had managed to stay seated with thatcrammed down the front of his jeans, Chet didn’t know.