“What are we doing?” Jez’s voice was hoarse. Mac shrugged, a sm all m ovem ent of his shoulders. “Can I kiss y ou again?” Jez huffed a nervous laugh. “You didn’t ask the first tim e.” Mac’s lips twitched. “I didn’t know I was going to do it till it happened.” “Get over here, then.” This tim e the kiss was cautious, m ore like a first kiss than the crazy im pulsivity of before. As their lips parted and tongues touched, Jez closed his ey es and let the slow wave of sensation engulf him . Mac’s hands cupped his face at first, still chilled from the winter air outside but warm ing fast. Jez held Mac’s waist, tugging him closer until their hips bum ped together. God, Mac was hard already, and Jez was getting there fast. He slid his hands lower and palm ed Mac’s arse, half expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t. Instead he groaned into Jez’s m outh and kissed him m ore hungrily. The rasp of his stubble on Jez’s was alien and thrilling, and the size and strength of Mac’s hands as he slid them up the back of Jez’s T-shirt and stroked them over his skin were so different to what Jez was used to.
