Chapter 60

Their erections flare to life with the press of bodies, the rub of flesh, and Dante trails a hand down between them, grasps Ryan in his hand, squeezes and kneads until his boyfriend arches against him. “You have any lotion?” Dante whispers, sitting up. Numbly Ryan nods, fumbles for the table beside his bed, somehow gets the top drawer open and extracts a small tube of hand cream. When he hands it to Dante, his boyfriend pops it open and giggles. “Jerk-off Jergins,” he says, grinning as he squirts a small dollop into the palm of his hand. “Gotta love this stuff.”

“It’s unscented,” Ryan points out. He puts the tube away again and tries to push the drawer closed, but it gets off-track and sticks and he’s not about to fuck with it now. “I don’t like that flowery shit when I’m getting off, you know?”