Chapter 55

They both laughed.

“Wanna fuck?” Hank asked.

“Who fucks who?” Ollie asked.

Hank didn’t really care. It was all about the connection. All about having Ollie pressed close, their two bodies sharing this incendiary heat. But the moment demanded an answer, so Hank went with logic and fairness (in all his past experience, he had yet to come down on a definitive answer to the question: are you a top or a bottom?). “You’ve already got your dick wet. It’s my turn.”

Ollie stood and Hank followed. Ollie looked over his shoulder at him, eyes shining, color high. “How do you want me?”

“On your back.” Hank gave him a shove, rough, and Ollie’s smile told him he liked it.

Ollie tumbled back onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to position behind his head and one under his ass, then threw his legs in the air.

Hank grinned. “Your thighs look like tree trunks. Hair-covered tree trunks.”

“I thought we weren’t gonna talk,” Ollie said. Hank could read the naked hunger in his eyes.