Bas kissed Dane’s forehead. “We both were. We both needed healing.” He sighed. “And sleep. I’m exhausted.” The clock said it was just after eleven. “Not even past midnight and I need sleep. I’m getting old.”
“Maybe after a nap we could try this again?” Dane asked.
“I’m thinking in a few minutes.” He pulled Dane toward his bunk, slipping off his jeans and socks. “Strip, sunshine.”
Dane grinned, pushed down his jeans and boxers in one shove, and stepped out of them. He peeled off his socks and climbed up into the bunk with Bas. The bed was huge, and there was plenty of space for them to snuggle or other things. He traced Bas’s body with his fingertips, trying to memorize every inch.
“You feel good against me,” Dane mumbled as he pressed his hips into Bas’s. He was hard again, the friction making him harder. “Can I touch you like that?”
Bas laughed. “Ready again, already? You can touch me any way you want.”
“I love you. I want to make you feel good. Show me,” Dane said, reaching out. “Together.”
And Bas did.
