Chapter 31

Suddenly Jim sits back again, tugging at Alan’s undershirt. “This needs to come off. Right now.”

Alan sits up and lets Jim push his shirt off his arms and onto the bed. Then Jim pulls up his undershirt, and this time Alan raises his arms. The shirt is tossed unceremoniously aside as Jim leans into Alan, their bare chests rubbing against each other as they kiss. Jim’s arms are on Alan’s shoulders, and he runs a hand up into Alan’s hair, fisting his fingers in it. With a gentle tug, Jim pulls back Alan’s head and kisses his chin.

A trail of tiny kisses trace the curve of Alan’s jaw, then dip under his chin and down his neck to the hollow of his throat. As Jim licks along his collarbone, Alan moans and wraps his arms around Jim’s waist, digging into pliant skin as he fingers the bony knobs of Jim’s spine. He leans back, pulling Jim with him.