But I’d never felt in any danger from Seve himself. I wanted to see behind Seve’s distress, to learn more about him. Meanwhile, the solace we both sought was a familiar one. “Come and sit with me, Max.” Seve peeled his shirt off over his head, exposing his bare chest. The living room was lit by a tall uplighter on the floor by the couch, and its muted light made the beads of sweat at his throat glisten. It made me want to lick them off. I sat up beside him on the same couch and he started opening the buttons of my shirt. I helped him push it off my shoulders and soon I was half-naked too. He tangled his fingers in my hair and I bent my head to his. We began a kiss that was tentative to start with, then as fevered as always. He tasted of warm saliva and cool water. The combination was delicious, though it didn’t seem exotic enough for him tonight. He slipped his other hand inside my jeans, over my arse. His palm caressed the dip at the bottom of my spine until his strong finger snuck down between my cheeks, searching for the welcoming pucker.
