“Well, this certainly was a date to remember,” Calvin said, taking off Brock’s letterman jacket as they stood dripping in Brock’s hallway.
The storm was getting closer, rumbles of thunder becoming more frequent and louder.
“Sorry. I wanted it to be perfect, but instead…” Brock trailed off.
“Parts of it were perfect.” Calvin started to peel Brock’s denim jacket off him. “Spending time with you,” Calvin kissed Brock, “watching a movie cuddled up to you,” he began to unsnap Brock’s shirt, “knowing I was with the most beautiful man south of the Mason-Dixon Line…that was all perfect.”
“Thought I was the most,” Brock groaned when Calvin unzipped Brock’s jeans, pulled out his d**k and began to tug on it, “beautiful man in the state.”
“You got more beautiful when you stood up to Mitch Madiso
