Drew tilted his head in invitation.
Steve pulled the towel back. “Liar,” he said, leaning down until his lips almost touched Drew’s. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
“Imagine that. Problem solved.” Drew hooked his ankle behind Steve’s thigh and pulled until Steve lost his balance and had to catch himself on his hands. Then he flipped them until Steve was underneath him. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Steve parroted. “Looks like you have me right where you want me. Now what’re you going to do with me?”
“Hmm. I’ll show you.”
Drew brushed their mouths together first, but he didn’t let the kiss deepen. Instead he trailed his lips down the side of Steve’s neck and reached for the hem of his shirt.
He didn’t bother taking it off, just pulled it up until he could touch Steve’s chest. Then he pushed his shorts down just enough, slid his thigh between Steve’s, and melted into a kiss.
Their bodies slid together languidly, the room quiet aside from the hush of skin on skin and their breathing and Steve’s bitten-off gasps. They came like that, Steve with his head back, Drew’s lips pressed to his pulse, his hand on Drew’s nape; Drew a second later, with Steve groaning encouragement in his ear.
He lay down on his side, panting, Steve beside him in much the same condition. Finally Steve mustered the energy to kick off his shorts and tug off his shirt, which he used as a de facto rag for their mess before tossing it into a corner.
Drew patted Steve’s chest. “Well. I like take two much better. Still not perfect, though.”
Steve turned toward him, eyes crinkling in the corners. He threaded his fingers with Drew’s. “We’ll keep rehearsing. Bound to nail it eventually.”
“Good idea,” Drew said, snorting at the bad pun.
Leaning their heads together, Steve added, “Meanwhile, can you take a message for your ego?”
Drew kissed his knuckles. “Of course.”
“Tell it I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty
LILA
Hey! That’s my dog! That’s my—Scott?
MORGAN
(quietly)
Shit.
SCOTT
(faux casual, smoothing the hair at his nape)
Oh…. Lila. Hey. What are you doing here?
LILA
Looking for my dog.
Lila holds up her phone.
LILA
GPS chip. It’s on her collar.
Roxy prances and wags her tail in greeting.
