He’d been so exhausted he’d somehow passed out, even with James spooning him, his hard dick up against Matt’s (very happy) ass. When Matt woke up, he was on his back. The same hard dick was nudging his hip, and his own was valiantly pushing up the heavy blankets. He could feel warm sun on his chest and shoulders, and fingernails tracing across his abs and pecs, following the muscle contours. The touch slowly, teasingly, got closer to his nipple. Matt lay there with his eyes closed, picturing James’s honey-tanned hand, fingers gliding across him. He could feel his nipples hardening in anticipation, and then a single fingernail tracing circles around his left nipple, not quite touching the areola. Sandpapery whiskers brushed his left shoulder, around his bandage. “Mmmmm.” He stretched a little, arching his back, smiling, trying to move so that finger would touch him where he wanted it. He felt James’s rough lips gently brush his shoulder, hovering so he wouldn’t hurt Matt.
