When the shower was done, they both stepped out and toweled off. Noah put his jockstrap back on, and his boxers, then picked up his pants.
“You don’t need to get dressed and go, you know,” said Jack. He had donned his own boxers and was sitting on the bed, looking up at Noah. “I mean, you can go if you like, it’s fine. But if you want to stay, that’d be nice. I know the bed’s not huge, but I think we can manage if we cuddle up nice and close.”
Noah broke into a broad smile and let the pants drop. “That sounds good to me.”
Jack climbed under the blankets, holding them up for Noah, who climbed in willingly beside him. They settled themselves together, and ended up with Jack spooned around Noah, who pressed back into that embrace with a contented sigh. “Thank you,” he murmured softly.
“You are more than welcome,” was Jack’s warm reply, and he kissed the back of Noah’s neck softly.
Then there was silence as Noah drifted off, feeling wonderfully safe and secure in Jack’s strong arms.