Chapter 63

And then he ran into his nemesis: the waistband of Chase’s pants.

He groaned, leaving a kiss in Chase’s belly button, and above, Chase laughed and breathlessly said, “Problem?”

“Too many clothes,” Trevor grumbled, then tugged on the pants until Chase laughed again, released Trevor’s neck, and undid the fly. The pants and undershorts slid down with the first tug, and then they were off, flying across the room as Trevor found his place again. The hand on his neck returned, and he smiled up at Chase, asking for permission, before he dragged his lips down Chase’s abdomen and along the cock that was slowly engorging with blood. Long and beautiful. Trevor wrapped one hand around the base to steady it, and kissed the tip.

Chase shivered with a content sigh, his body becoming a puddle.