Chapter 27

“Mmm, lie down,” Dale murmured. He slid back a little so Riadh could move. Once Riadh had stretched out on the quilt, Dale pulled him close, winding an arm and a leg around Riadh, kissing him. That led to a certain level of grinding.

Maybe it was time to get rid of the jeans. It was obvious Riadh was on board and Dale thought maybe his body was cooperating enough to complete this. He unzipped Riadh’s jeans and slipped his hand inside the open fly. Dale chuckled. Riadh was commando again. Maybe that was a hold over habit from days of wearing those fucking see through harem pants

“You sound happy,” said Riadh as he nipped at the edge of Dale’s jaw, teeth tugging at Dale’s short beard.

“You seem to have an aversion to undies.”

“You asked me to dress differently a while ago. Is underwear a part of that decree?”

“No, no, it doesn’t have to be. I just…stuff rubs if I don’t wear any boxers.”

“I’d like to rub against stuff,” Riadh teased. “Maybe it’s time to get rid of your pants?”