Calvin soon had Brock’s flannel shirt undone and encouraged the man to sit up so he could remove it, along with Brock’s undershirt.
Replacing the Stetson on Brock’s head, Calvin gazed lovingly at his man.
Brock had no idea what Calvin saw in him, why the guy had gone for him, helped lift him out of a huge hole of despair, loved him, clothed him, fed him…and not just him, Calvin had taken on JJ, too.
“All that time spent at the gym seems to be paying off,” Calvin continued, seeming unaware of Brock’s internal monologue. “Though of course you were totally beautiful before you started pumping iron.”
Brock snorted. “Knock it off.”
“I’m serious.” Calvin licked at then bit lightly on Brock’s left pec, causing Brock to inhale sharply. “Michelangelo couldn’t have done better.”
“Calvin! Quit
