“Wow,” Luke breathed.
Shane fumbled for the bin, stretching out from under the warm of the duvet to reach, and the moment the used condom had been abandoned, Luke was reeling him back in with hands in his hair and an insistent mouth.
“That was savage,” Luke whispered against Shane’s tongue, then laughed and nipped at his bottom lip. “What happened?”
“Had a row with Chloe,” Shane mumbled, shifting to the side and settling, nose pressed to Luke’s jaw. Luke wriggled, an arm sliding under Shane’s ribs, and then they were tangled in a half-hug, still too hot and slightly sticky.
“Can you argue with her more?”
Shane chuckled.
“Please?” Luke wheedled.
“Dad’d kill me,” Shane mumbled, and kissed Luke’s neck. “She was trying to get me to tell her what’s wrong with moving. I nearly outed mysel
