Chapter 2
Floyd drew his right arm out from under his own body and stretched it down along his side. And also Nate’s, since there wasn’t a breath of space between them. Floyd heard Nate suck in a fast breath as he began to dance his fingers along Nate’s ribs and then slipped them into the waist of his pants, wiggling them along the top curve of his ass.
Nate did have a nice ass—hard and compact, but with enough muscle to shape some pleasing contours. A lot of the girls had noticed it, and some of the guys. Nobody called him “duck butt” although the thought might have crossed a mind or two. For a tall, lean man, he had a great rear view.
Floyd felt the near-silent chuckle shake Nate’s body. It didn’t take two breaths for him to catch on. His left arm wormed its way down to slide under Fl
