“I fucking love it.”He kissed him — messy, hot, needy — not soft, but real. Gay sex He’d let it grow out a little — not styled, exactly, but softer, looser. “Back when I was at Shane’s all the time. Slow. He licked in tight, wet circles, teasing the rim until Jesse’s thighs trembled around his shoulders. I want all of it.”That earned a small sound from Colin — not a laugh, not quite — more like a breath of satisfaction.“Put the bottle down.”Jesse obeyed.“Shoes.”Jesse kicked them off.“Socks.”Gone.“Shirt. “You’re staying in Shane’s—”“Guest room,” Colin interrupted, already moving. Letting Jesse feel the full weight of him, the heat, the pressure. Gentle.And then gone.Jesse stood frozen, breath soft and shallow, but something inside him had lit. He turned and walked, each step light, like he wasn’t fully inside his body anymore.The guest room was dimly lit — one lamp on the nightstand, casting a soft amber glow across pale sheets and a scuffed wood floor. Not to grab.Just to feel.“You don’t need to be,” Colin said. Something inside him eased.“Bedroom’s down the hall,” he said.
