Chapter 4
It was around this time that Richie thought Ben had grown another pair of hands. But then he realised he was being stupid—they were Craig’s hands, of course! Craig’s hands, untucking Richie’s crumpled shirt and sliding up underneath, gently massaging the tense muscles of his back.
What the hell? And abruptly the daydream shattered.
Richie jerked back in shock, his mouth wrenching away from Ben’s, leaving Ben still leaning forward, but ghosting fruitlessly for the lips he’d been kissing. Ben’s face was flushed and his hands still trailed against Richie’s arms, where he’d been holding him.
“Craig!” Richie shouted, hoarsely. “What the f**k are you doing?”
Craig growled, but the sound was sensual, rather than angry. “Just relaxing you, Richie. Can’t you keep still for a bloody s
