Josh let Chad’s hands guide him to the bed. He let Chad lay him down, back against the jumble of blankets and bed sheets he should’ve made this morning but didn’t. Chad kissed Josh again, mouth lingering on Josh’s, then worked his way down Josh’s chin, along his throat, into the hollow at his clavicle that had only appeared once the excess weight burned off. With both hands, Josh gripped his blankets as his stiffening c**k rubbed against Chad’s clothing—he wanted this, yes, whatever it might become, but he wanted more than this, he wanted everything Chad might give him, and he didn’t know how to ask for it without sounding needy or greedy. He’d been so unattractive to himself for so long, it amazed him that anyone else might be interested in exploring the body he’d worked so hard to attain
