“I love kissing,” he whispered against Ben’s lips. None of his boyfriends had ever had a mustache, and Ben’s was like silk. All the sensations were driving him crazy.
“So do I. Rick never cared much for it, though.”
“What, not at all?”
“No.”
Jason pulled back and stared into Ben’s brown eyes. “So when was the last time you were truly kissed?”
“Hmm.” Ben seemed to be giving it serious consideration. “About two minutes ago?”
How could Rick treat Ben that way? Jason really wanted to kick that miserable son of a bitch’s ass. “Would you mind if I helped you make up for lost time?”
“When do we get started?”
* * * *
They wound up spending the rest of the morning and half the afternoon on the spare bed. “Do you…do you mind if we just make out?” Ben asked. “Rick’s the only lover I’ve ever had…”