Orgasm hit Malcolm like a freight train through a roadblock: all consuming, powerful, and destructive. It left him breathless, exhausted and shaking worse than he had been. And it felt fantastic.
He was almost too winded to peel off the condom, tie it and drop it into the wastebasket. He gave up on further acts of cleanliness after that though. Instead, he fell beside Darien on the sheets and dropped his arm over Darien’s heaving chest.
Malcolm’s eyes were just starting to get heavy when Darien stirred beside him and sat up gingerly. He had to struggle to focus on Darien’s words when the man spoke. “That was fun, thanks.”
It took Malcolm longer to understand than it should have when Darien grabbed Malcolm’s T-shirt and said, “You don’t mind do you? I have to wear mine?”
“You…you’re lea
