And then it was up the stairs, which had never seemed quite so shallow or easy to climb. They were through Scooter’s door, and then Scooter apparently ran out of patience. He turned, pushing Andy up against the door, and claimed Andy’s mouth with a hungry groan.
And oh God was that fine with Andy, because Jesus Christ could Scooter kiss. Their first kiss on Andy’sbirthday had made Andy warm and fluttery, and the kiss before the fire had made Andy’s knees go wobbly.This one would have knocked him flat if Scooter hadn’t been holding him up.
As many times as Andy had watched Scooter’s mouth, that tongue, those teeth…he’d never quite imagined it like this, hungry and needy and so, so sweet. Andy wrapped his arms around Scooter’s shoulders, pushed his fingers into Scooter’s hair, holding on tight.