For several seconds the kitchen seemed soundless. Vaughn’s body swayed over top of Randy’s while Randy lay splayed on the floor, drawing breath that seemed impossible to catch up on. With every inhale, another drop or two of come slipped from where it had pooled and ran down Randy’s sides. He couldn’t care less. He’d happily close his eyes and sleep right where he was resting, even if it meant having to chisel himself off the tile in the morning.
He was staring at Vaughn’s face when Vaughn finally opened his eyes and couldn’t have stopped the smile from creeping onto his face if he’d tried. He didn’t. “Wow. I have no idea what got into you, but I like it.”
Vaughn’s gaze fell to Randy’s torso, up to Randy’s neck, and he turned away with a wince and a frown. “No, you really don’t.”
Although Randy’s first impulse was to argue, he managed to hold it back. He reached into Vaughn’s open shirt and ran a palm down Vaughn’s chest. “You can stay if you want.”