Cole smoothed his long hands over Brady’s back, touching in ways they hadn’t since their mutual handjobs. Each was a stolen moment from history, times when he would have recognized Cole’s caresses with his eyes shut, times when he could have mapped out the other man’s body from memory. Those didn’t seem so far away anymore. In fact, it felt like everything he had ever wanted was right here, just for the taking.
“What do you want?” Cole slipped his fingers into the back of Brady’s waistband, tilting his head to let Brady continue tasting. “Anything. You name it.”
His body thrilled at the prospect. “To f**k you,” he said. “To bury myself into you so deep, it’ll take me a week to crawl out.”
A shudder rippled through Cole. “I’ve been jerking off for three days, wishing for the same thing.”
