Ryan pushed his hips into Ted once more, rubbing his prick against Ted’s belly while catching Ted’s cock between them, too. This was different than it had been in Provence. The wild explosion of sexual tension, the subsequent two-week exploration, it had all been divine. But this was something new, something equally desperate but far more intense. There were no funny games here. This was a conversation of sorts, the only way Ted knew to tell Ryan how he felt just then.
He meant to do a good job of it.
Gently, he pushed Ryan onto his back, then tugged his shorts downward. Ryan took the hint and got rid of them entirely as Ted managed his own, and they came together again with Ted on top. Ryan wrapped his longs legs around him, crossing his ankles and grinning up at Ted. “Hot,” he said.