“You are very distracting.”
“Um, sorry?” Chase said, not at all sorry.
Trevor laughed, kissed him, then eased himself free from the tangle of their limbs. He didn’t go far, sliding his body down until his lips brushed Chase’s belly button. He hooked his fingers on the waistband just below it, then paused, as if giving Chase a chance to change his mind, before sliding the material down.
The scrape of material was excruciating. It teased his skin, firing up his nerves, and Trevor’s hot breath trailed in its wake. The waistband caught on his arousal and dragged ever so slowly until his cock popped out and stretched. Chase gasped as the cool air hit his skin, and almost missed Trevor’s murmured, “Wow.”