Chapter 20

“No disease,” Gavin said around Matthew’s kisses. “So you couldn’t make me sick if you tried. And I can’t transfer anything back to you. But whatever you want, Matthew. Just tell me.”

Bare skin. No consequences…Matthew’s hips lunged forward and back, forward and back in time to the thrust of Gavin’s fingers; a shudder went up his spine, and need spiked into ache. He squeezed Gavin’s fingers as they penetrated him; he bit his own lip. He tried to make sentences out of the fragments of thoughts that danced through his head in monosyllabic words: now, oh, please, good, this, want, just, yes.“Everything.”