19 Chapter 19

Greene snapped Jest’s suspenders, not hard enough to hurt, although with enough force to get his attention. “All this stuff is in the way,” he said. “I need to really feel you. Don’t you agree?”

With a nod, Jest stepped back just far enough they could both move freely to undress. He shrugged the suspenders off his shoulders and loosened the waist and fly of his jeans, letting them drop around his ankles. Today he wore an old western-cut shirt of denim, faded almost white. He grabbed the front tails and gave a yank, popping the snaps free up the length of the placket.

Greene first pulled his polo shirt over his head and then undid his slacks and let them slide to the floor. He toed off one of his athletic shoes and then the other and stepped free of them and the trousers all at once. Now all he wore was his shorts. The front of the fabric tented over his erection.