Page 89 of Donovan's Men

“But gay sex doesn’t result in reproduction—in continuation of the species.”God, what are you, a biology major?

He tilted his head. “No, it doesn’t. And we can have a whole debate about whether God intended for same-sex relationships—”

I put my index finger to his lips. “I come from a long line of science-loving atheists.”

“Ah, well, I’m a good Catholic boy. Or I was until…” His face fell.

I pressed my hand to his chest—over his heart. “Maybe one day you’ll tell me.”

“Yeah, maybe one day I will.”

His words didn’t convince me—but I’d put the offer out there, and he could do with it whatever he wished.

With my other hand, I cupped his cheek. “So no fucking right now.”

He jerked—likely at the vulgarity.

Yeah, I can swear. I just…don’t…

In this moment, though, swearing felt appropriate.

Slowly, a grin spread across his face. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well, frankly, a lot fewer clothes.” I drew my index finger along his jaw—coaxing him closer.

He came.

I pressed our lips together. At his insistent tongue, I opened immediately.

He released my hand so he could slide his hands down my flank, then along my back to my ass. He squeezed, then pressed against me.

Slowly, his cock nudged against me.

Predictably, I reacted. Blood rushed from my brain back down to my dick, leaving me a little light-headed. Or maybe all the amazing kisses were making me that way.

“What do you want, Hamish?”

“Clothes off.” My breathing came in harsh puffs. “And then I want my hands on you. All of you.”

He didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to grasp my meaning. No, his lascivious grin assured me he totally understood my proposal. He reached for the button of my pants.

“How about I undress myself and you strip at the same time? Seems to me that’d be faster than us trying to do each other.”Because I want to get the embarrassing part over.I didn’t have the muscles of either man.

“For sure.” He licked his lips. “While you strip, do you mind if I get a glass of water? I’m thirsty.”

“Of course.” I mentally smacked my forehead. “Where are my manners? Let me get that for you—”

He stilled my forward momentum. “No, I want you stripped and on the bed by the time I get back. Then I’ll give you a show. Finally, I’ll join you.”

“Can you do that in thirty seconds? Because I’ll explode if you’re not—”

He placed a finger to my lips. “The more you argue—”

I pulled back, reaching for the button on my pants. I had them shucked before he even left the room. As I continued to undress, I caught the sounds of him making use of the facilities—another thing I should’ve offered. Oh well, at least he knew to make himself at home.I’ll give him the ten-cent tour later.

Unbuttoning my shirt required way too much dexterity as my fingers shook. As need strummed through me, my dick swelled against the confines of my boring white underpants. Oh yeah, they had to go. Once I was completely naked, I yanked down the duvet and top sheet.

I was about to crawl onto the bed when I realized I still wore my socks.