He didn’t remember losing his shirt. He wasn’t aware of a lot of things except the scrape of teeth and stubble over his skin, the heat soaking through his clothes. He felt every shade of red permeating Matthew’s fevered kisses, the flashes of white when he’d suck Calvin’s tongue into his mouth, the licks of orange where his hands finally skimmed over his bare chest.
Matthew turned him into a living canvas. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was Matthew saw when he looked at Calvin.
Only when Matthew slipped his fingertips inside the back of Calvin’s pants did reason pierce the fog settling around them.
“Wait, wait,” Calvin panted. He gripped Matthew’s suddenly tense shoulders and separated their torsos, the single hardest thing he’d done all day. “Slow down a sec.”
Matthew’s pupils ha
