Chapter 42

“Okay,” Vaughn said, though it was unclear whether he spoke to Randy or himself. He caught Randy’s gaze and while their eyes were locked, he lowered one hand and trailed it over the loose band of Randy’s pajama pants.

“Do it,” Randy told him. “Pull them down. Put your hand inside. Take it out. Whatever you want.” He lifted his hips off Vaughn’s lap, rested one palm on the one ghosting over his pants, found and caught Vaughn’s other hand, and then pulled it there as well. He hooked Vaughn’s fingers over his waistband. “Yes?” he asked.

Vaughn still watched Randy’s face, his eyes flicking from one thing to the next—mouth, right eye, left eye, and back to mouth—and finally managed to say, “Yes.”

Although Randy’s erection was more than obvious underneath the cloth, Vaughn seemed awestruck by the slow reveal of Randy’s cock. Randy released Vaughn’s hands when Vaughn reached for him, his heart skipped in his chest. Yes…touch me.