Chapter 180
“Good news, then, babe: you’ve got me.” Andy tossed his own jacket over the side of the bed, then reached out to catch Scooter’s hand as he climbed up onto the bed.
“Well, not yet I don’t,” Scooter said. He nuzzled at Andy’s neck, fiddled with the shirt’s buttons for a moment, “but I’m aimin’ to fix that.” Peeling back the shirt, he sighed at Andy’s undershirt. “…you think we have to wear all this shit as some sort of torture, designed back in the middle ages, or is it supposed to heighten the anticipation or somethin’?”
Andy grinned. “I’m going to assume that’s a rhetorical question; if you wanted fashion history, you should be talking to Roni.” He slipped his hands under Scooter’s opened shirt, pushing it off, tugging at Scooter’s undershirt to get his hands on the warm skin beneath. He let go only long enough to let Scooter pull his shirts off, then went back to worming his way under the waistband of Scooter’s trousers.