Chapter 6

The couch is turned around toward the window.

He stood and looked over the back of it. Kimo lay on his side, watching the storm with his head supported by his arm and hand, a big grin splayed on his face. His other hand rested inside the front of his briefs, which was all he had on. Dylan patted his own awakened cock. He wondered if he should slip back to bed when Kimo turned his head.

“Hey, you awake, too?”

“Yeah, the storm woke me. Well, a dream, too. You lit candles.”

Kimo chuckled. “Yeah, always have to be prepared. I like to storm watch, so I turned the couch around.” He pulled his hand out of his briefs as casually as someone would stroke his hair. “Storms make me horny.”

Dylan’s face and neck warmed in his silence.

“Aw, damn, I’m sorry. I’m too open for you. I always get in trouble with my mouth. Did I make you blush again?”

“It’s okay. I need to get out of my shell. You remind me of Arthur. He’d tease me, unmercifully sometimes.”