Chapter 156

“Dante—” Ryan warns as they stagger back against the other bed. Dante sits down in the open suitcase that he stillhasn’t put away and Ryan leans above him, speaking between kisses. “Baby, this isn’t…” Then, “Okay, you know what? We shouldn’t really—” And finally, “Jesus, Dante,” this last punctuated with strong hands lying him back, eager lips on his throat and chin, his name dissolved in a breathless gasp. Nimble fingers slip into his sweats, glide over the Lycra skin of his suit, fist around the bulge of his dick. Ryan laughs as he pulls away. “How am I supposed to get into that?” he wants to know, picking at the skinsuit.

“It has a zipper,” Dante tells him, sitting up to pull at the front of his suit. For a scary moment he can’t find the zipper…until he realizes he’s still wearing a T-shirt, and he almost knocks Ryan over in his haste to get it over his head. “Take it off,” he whines.