Jed wraps his arms around Donnie, pulling him closer, feeling the warm firmness of Donnie’s chest and stomach against his, one of his hands on Donnie’s cute little ass, the other tangled in all that long red hair.
And then Donnie breaks the kiss again, dancing back out of Jed’s hold.
“Come back here,” Jed encourages, trying not to pout. He’s almost forty years old, damn it. He shouldn’t be pouting because he’s not getting his way. Jed has a feeling that even if things don’t go as he imagined they might, tonight’s going to be pretty amazing.
“No, get the lube and condoms and get naked,” Donnie orders.
“You’re bossy,” Jed says, but he starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Don’t like it?” Donnie asks, sitting down on the edge of Jed’s bed to unlace his shoes.
“No, I like it. Not used to it, ma
