Chapter 37

The last thing Dustin remembered was Raf kissing his cheek and telling him he was happier than he’d ever been. Before Dustin could voice his agreement, Raf’s hands, gently stroking him everywhere, lulled him into sleep.

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When morning came, he felt no awkwardness, and had no regrets. This time, their kisses went from sweet to erotic, and soon, Raf’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks, slick with lube, sliding together until they came, their releases mingling as they dripped from Raf’s hand. Dustin thought it one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

They ended up in the shower—a whole new kind of fun—but couldn’t linger. Dustin had been so busy with the plane, he’d let a few furniture orders pile up. As much as he wanted to head to the airport, he needed to go home. But he also wanted to spend time with Raf. Funny how easy it felt to go from friends to more. And so natural.