In the morning Trin wakes to soft grumbles, and the pallet shifts beneath him as Gerrick rises. Rolling over into the warmth that the gunner leaves behind, Trin just barely opens his eyes to watch Gerrick stand. With a loud yawn the gunner stretches awake, his knuckles almost scraping the low ceiling overhead, his buttocks clenched as tight as fists. Trin’s heart swells in his chest. He loves this man.
Bright sunlight streams through the open window, dappling Gerrick’s nude body and catching in his golden hair. At that lithe nakedness, Trin’s lust stirs anew—he could use a recap of the night before. Beneath the blankets one hand trails up his inner thigh to press against his balls and he shifts on the pallet, but Gerrick doesn’t seem to notice. Unaware that he’s awake, the gunner stumbles
