“Jesus,” Jason panted, hips jerking, “you—you—God, yeah, go on, please.”
Colby grinned up at him, but said, “All mine, aren’t you? I think I asked you for something,” and squirmed, trying to spread his legs more, trapped by his jeans. “Let me just get these off—”
“And I can get you off?”
“Both of us.” Colby kicked shoes and denim away into a heap. His shirt stayed on. “I want your hand. Fingers. Make me ready for you.”
“Colby,” Jason said, kind of desperately, “if you keep talking like that this’s gonna be over pretty f*****g quick—but keep talking, God, yes—”
“I told you I wanted quick.” Colby lifted both eyebrows at him. “Hard and fast, I believe I said. Come here. In me. I love you.”
“I love you so damn much.” Lube, his fingers, Colby’s body: his hand sliding back across intimate
