Chapter 72
Scooter shivered, moaning at the sweet friction. He cupped Andy’s ass, let his fingers slide up under the thin material of Andy’s shorts. They were tight enough that he got pinned in by the fabric, couldn’t touch, caress. With an impatient sigh, he tugged at them until they slipped off Andy’s hips. Graceless, heedless, Scooter worked them down until Andy could help him. “I want…want to look at you, baby; can I look at you?”
“Long’s I can look back,” Andy said, squirming to push his shorts off onto the floor and tug at Scooter’s at the same time. “You want to talk about temptation, you wandering around in the mornings in nothing but your damn jeans, nnnngh.” He managed to work a hand down the back of Scooter’s shorts and squeezed Scooter’s ass.