“Leave it open,” Jamie replied. When Alex didn’t move, he
shifted his gaze to look at him and frowned. “Nate says keep it
open when we have visitors. House rules.”
Alex smiled faintly as he opened the door. Thank you, Father
Nate,he thought as a cool breeze swirled into the room from
the air-conditioned hall. Pulling out the chair at Jamie’s desk,
Alex sat down and studied his friend. Jamie’s curls were damp and
his skin had that smooth look like he’d just come out of the shower
recently. Alex found his gaze drawn to the dark patch at Jamie’s
crotch, where just a thin stretch of material hid the rest of him
from view. He wondered what that soft hair would feel like entwined
in his fingers—he could almost hear the scrape of his nails along
that hidden skin, and with the door closed it would be like a
furnace, the bed would creak beneath them, their hair would drip
with sweat and they’d pant in each others’ arms after they came,
exhausted and so damn hot…