Chapter 4

Warm lips pressed against Samuel’s chest. Slowly Flynn began to make his way down, leaving a trail of kisses over bare flesh. When he reached the waistband of Samuel’s jeans he tugged at them playfully, glancing up to meet Samuel’s gaze. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper. With a little help, he managed to draw them off of Samuel to reveal a tightly-fitted pair of purple and black trunks. Contained within was a considerable bulge. Flynn ran a hand along Samuel’s inner thigh and teasingly over the fabric, delighting in the shiver of pleasure that rippled through Samuel.

“Oh, you always bring me the greatest presents,” Flynn remarked.

Like he was unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning, he slowly removed the trunks and let them slip to the floor. Samuel lay on the bed without a stitch of clothing. Flynn paused a moment, apparently to appreciate the view.

“Maybe we should continue this some other time,” he said wickedly.