Kisses for a June Afternoon
By K.L. Noone
Honeyed light spilled through the shutters and across Finn’s naked shoulder; Wes bent to taste it, the gold and the warmth and his boyfriend’s skin. He drank in the heat, the flush, the solid strength, familiar and tanned and male and beloved, and even nibbled lightly, entranced.
Finn, laughing, wriggled under him. “Hungry?”
“For you,” Wes said into his collarbone, “always,” and licked that too, a swipe of tongue over tantalizing lines. “I like the way you taste.”
“Mmm.” Finn reached up—they were both naked, s*x-sticky, breathless with moments-ago ebbing release—and trailed fingertips along Wes’s arm. His eyes were bright and blue as the Pacific Ocean in June, lit up and glorious and also quietly deeply happy in a way most people never saw. Fi
