So no matter what the nothing-air did, it wasn’t real. He still couldn’t tell. Gay sex He sensed he was not alone.He was stretched out on a bed…that wasn’t a bed. He didn’t have a bubble-butt, but it was a nice size and fit him just right. He wasn’t movie-star gorgeous; he knew that, but he also knew his face was well received by most young women…and the nothing-air was touching every inch of it in ways that made him very uncomfortable.It moved over his chin, well-shaved not an hour ago; he had issues with a light five o’clock shadow, which Prue had once mentioned in her flat Belfast brogue, and he wanted nothing that might prevent any kisses. That had been decidedly odd, especially being this close to the Channel.Then about a hundred meters to his left he’d seen a light. And it was neither warm nor cool. He yelped as the caresses ran across his belly and over his shoulders and along his arms to guide the shirt’s remains away in ways that seemed to sear the heartbreaking prurience of its touch into his very soul.His breath grew sharper. Too consistent.
