In the alley Tau crowds Hartley up against the wall. His hands roam the buck’s thin body—down Hartley’s chest unzipping his jacket, then under the jacket to smooth down the shirt beneath it, seeking the place where the material is tucked into jeans. Between kisses, Tau tugs on the shirt, pulling it free from Hartley’s pants, but it doesn’t come free easily and in his frustration, he tears the lightweight material. A growl escapes his throat and he pushes Hartley against the wall, ripping into his lover’s clothes. “Damn it, buck.”
Quick hands cover Tau’s large fists, calming the bunched muscles. “Easy, kitty,” Hartley jokes as he works his fingers into Tau’s. “Giselle’s going to think I was mauled when I come home all torn apart just because you couldn’t take the time to figure out how to
