Chapter 13

Before they were a full step past the patio door, Trek grabbed him from behind with both arms. Dan could have pulled free if he’d tried, but he had no motivation. For a breath or two, the other man just held on, an awkward, intense hug. Then his right hand dropped to the bulged front of Dan’s jeans and rolled slowly against the stiff ridge penned behind the unyielding denim.

“What’s the most exciting thing you ever dreamed, ever wished for?” Trek’s breathy whisper sank in finally, past the overwhelming rush of pure sensation.

“I—I’m not sure. I don’t think I have much imagination. Or maybe just not enough experience.”

Trek released him so suddenly Dan felt in instant of chill. Then with a shove, pointed him at the nearest bedroom door. “I’m sure I can help you there. Get onto the bed and out of those fucking Levi’s so I can feel you, taste you…”