He moved closer, permitting the heat of Jason’s body to seep into his own. “You can’t do things like that,” Tom whispered before he slid his lips over Jason’s. Soft, unmoving lips that soon came to life. Tongues seeking, tasting of beer and promised satisfaction. Tom moved even closer, letting his thigh slip in between Jason’s, and shuddered as the warm pressure of jeans-clad legs touched his own. It had been too long since he’d touched someone, held someone. Heat pooled in his abdomen as he slowly let more and more of his body touch Jason’s—like coming home.
The moan startled him. He’d been too caught up in his own emotions to think, but one moan, whomever it had come from, made him realise what they were doing. Jason’s fingers dug into Tom’s shoulders as he tried to get even closer, and he tilted his hips, pressing his hardening cock against Tom’s.