When he returned, Mac had blown out the citronella candle he’d lit earlier, and the porch was in darkness.
It took a moment for Flynn’s eyes to adjust, and when they did, he gasped. Mac was sitting on the glider, completely naked. His paleness intensified against the shadows as Flynn’s eyes adjusted even more. Flynn was both perplexed and delighted. His short burst of laughter reflected those qualities.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Did you forget?”
“Forget what?”
“We had a deal—you know, you get me chocolate ice cream, and then later, you get me.”
Flynn took a couple of steps toward him, and Mac stood up. He was fully aroused. He pressed naked against Flynn, and Flynn thought he’d never felt anything more erotic than all that naked flesh pressed up against his clothed self. There was something about the contrast that made Mac seem more naked than naked, if that made any sense.
A car passed by, and its headlight beams rode over them as it rounded a curve.