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
