Chapter 8

Skin prickling with the feeling, he started riding both fingers, chasing the pleasure of it as much as he could. Will, the bastard, grabbed his hip and held him still.

Chris darted a glance over his shoulder and bared his teeth at Will. “Hurry up. You’re killing me here.”

Will glanced up, brows furrowed from concentration, damp skin glimmering in the scant light. “What?”

“I’m dying here.” Chris would have cringed from the desperate edge in his voice, but he was too wound up to care. “Please, I’m going to blow any minute.”

“Thought that was the point.”

“I swear I will kick you in the shin.” And Chris was surprised the threat came out of his trembling, overwrought body so clearly.

Will huffed in amusement and kept right on stretching Chris’ hole. Chris whined and rested his forehead against the rough bricks. So, okay, it was an empty threat.

“Will, honest, I’m ready. Been ready since I met you. Please, please,would you fuck me already?”