Chapter 13

“You don’t want dessert?”

“I really couldn’t fit another thing in. Thanks again. I miss good home-cooking.”

Douglas hurried to the front door and held it open for Brad. “Thanks for coming,” he said, holding out his arms for, what Brad assumed, was a hug.

He hesitated before stepping into Douglas’s embrace, closing his arms around the man as their bodies came together.

“Thanks for coming,” said Douglas again. “I really enjoyed your company.”

Brad felt Douglas’s cock growing hard against his thigh. His first thought was to break the embrace, but then he realised he was growing hard, too. It confused him. Perhaps it was biological. One man’s erection causing a domino effect. Perhaps it was the alcohol. It was impossible to say. So when Douglas kissed him on the lips, he didn’t resist.

He felt light-headed. The kisses were surprisingly tender, and tasted of wine. Douglas’s warm breath on his face made the back of his neck tingle and his cock twitch.