“Now the flannel pants, Scotty,” he said, nipping the other man’s bottom lip. He could now feel Scott’s erection pushing through his pajamas. His pulse leaped in anticipation.
Preston helped remove the pants, which ended up being pushed to the end of the bed. His hand covered Scott’s right thigh, inching closer to his cock.
“Pres,” Scott gasped, his hips already lifting to give Preston access to his ass.
He couldn’t say what it was about Scott that made him want him so much. The man was good-looking. Sure. But so was his best friend and Scott’s brother, Jack. He didn’t want to fuck Jack. He’d wanted the young man even before he’d left for six years. He’d tried to pretend otherwise. Did it mean Preston was gay? Hell, he didn’t know. Bisexual maybe. He didn’t care to analyze it.
He sucked on two fingers and slipped them between Scotty’s legs, probing for his entrance. His fingers slid in easily.
“Oh God, Scotty,” he murmured. “Get the condom.”