Brock lay on his side. Calvin—needing to get closer and thinking Brock might be in need of reassurance—worked his left arm underneath Brock, and laid his right arm over the top of him. Calvin moved in close and pressed their chests and groins together. He hadn’t gotten off, but that didn’t matter.
When the post-orgasmic shudders stopped and Brock’s heart-rate slowed, Calvin expected the guy to say something. When he didn’t, Calvin felt he had to fill the silence.
“You okay?”
“Uh huh.”
Another silence descended, Calvin breaking it by asking, “You’re not freaked or anything?” The last thing he wanted was for Brock to run away from him again.
“I feel…”
Calvin waited several heartbeats before prompting, “Yes?”
Brock moved a little further down the bed and snuggled into Calvin’s chest
