Chapter 7

“Fuck…that’s it…that’s it…Michael…” Tre’s voice rose with each syllable, and the final word was almost a shout. His cock jerked against Michael’s clenched walls, and then Tre exploded deep inside him, his come filling Michael’s ass. Despite that, he kept moving, only gradually slowing until he draped over Michael’s back, seeking out his mouth.

Heat poured off Tre, melding their bodies together even through his thin shirt. Michael relinquished his hold on the sink and curved his arm back to loop behind Tre’s waist, sinking into the kiss like it was their first.

“What happened to being quiet?” he teased when Tre finally pulled away.

“What? Oh…God.” Tre stumbled back and reached for the roll of toilet paper. “Please tell me the walls are thick in this house.”

“The walls are thick in this house.” He grinned as he turned on the tap. “Except for the fact that we’re mostly over the kitchen.”

“Fuck. I was going to be quiet, but…I forgot. I blame you.”