Chapter 9

“What now?” Jag’s words were as thick as Brace’s throat felt.

“Your pants.”

Jag nodded. His belt joined the shirt and jacket on the floor. The pants were fastened with a leather lace, and Brace wished for the simplicity of buttons.

“At least it’s less elaborate than a wedding dress,” Jag offered, as Brace pulled the thin leather loose.

“That’s a small comfort.”

It took all of Brace’s concentration to speak, because he felt Jag’s cock hardening against his tight pants. The boy was nicely endowed. His mouth was watering long before he had the pants undone, and his cock was erect and throbbing. The only thing he wanted to do more than get his hands on Jag’s length was free his own from its confines.

His fingers felt fat and useless by the time he unthreaded the leather. He gripped Jag’s pants and gave them a sharp tug, exposing muscled thighs and calves, skin sprinkled with dark hair and the most gorgeous cock he had ever seen.