Landon tucked his arms against himself and burrowed against Gregory’s chest.
“My room is the last door on the right, upstairs.”
Gregory carried Landon up the stairs then down the hall. Thankfully, the door was cracked open and he kicked it the rest of the way. The bed wasn’t made; in fact, it was a mess. The sheets were tangled and the comforter was in a heap on the floor.
Gregory sat Landon down at the foot of the bed and grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head.
“Scooch up,” he told Landon, gesturing toward the pillows.
Landon hesitated, then slid up the bed as he’d been asked. Once his head was situated on a pillow, Gregory crawled up after him, resting between his spread legs.
“Can I take your pants off?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Gregory snapped the button on Landon’s jeans and pulled the zipper down, tugging the denim down his legs and then tossing it over his shoulder. Landon lay there in nothing but the tiny black spandex shorts he’d had on at the club and Gregory could easily make out the outline of Landon’s dick through the tight material. His mouth pooled with spit and he swallowed it down.
He still didn’t know exactly what Landon needed, but he knew it wasn’t sex. He blinked back his arousal and tucked Landon’s feet under the sheets. He leaned over the edge of the bed to grab the comforter which had fallen most of the way off the bed, but Landon stopped him with a hand on his thigh.
“Can you get a clean one from the hall closet?”
“Anything,” Gregory answered roughly. He left the bedroom and found the hall closet, pulling out a paisley patterned quilt and returning to the bedroom.
“Not that one.” Landon shook his head.
“What’s wrong with this one?”
“It’s Ed’s.”
Gregory turned and went back into the hallway, tucking the dog blanket back inside. It was on top of a pile of floral and patterned blankets, so he opted to grab a solid colored one from a lower shelf. He held it up when he returned and Landon nodded.
He unfolded the blanket with a flourish, letting it flutter on top of Landon’s sheet-covered body. As it floated down, Landon smiled and wiggled around—a momentary dropping of his guard so beautiful it made Gregory for a second wonder if he really had been the one in the wrong all those years ago.
Once Landon was settled, he curled onto his side and tucked his knees up to his chest. Gregory stood at the foot of the bed and shifted his weight. Landon looked so small in front of him, curled up under the blankets.
“What are you doing?” Landon mumbled at him.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
Landon unfolded his body and Gregory watched his legs stretch and move under the sheets.
“What do you want to do?” Landon asked. His voice sounded like what Gregory believed illegal moonshine would sound like if it had a voice. Unimaginably tempting and completely dangerous. Gregory was pretty sure that Landon’s skin would taste like fire on his tongue.
“All sorts of things.”
“I figured as much.” Landon pulled the blankets away behind him and patted the mattress. “Come.”
Gregory took a step around the bed. “You’re not in charge.”
“I suppose I’m not.”
Gregory pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Landon watched him and his nostrils flared. Even in the low light of the bedroom, he could see the lust spark across Landon’s face. Gregory pushed his pants down his legs and peeled off his socks then slid into bed, folding the covers over his body.
Gregory hesitated, only briefly, before he reached his hand out, wrapped his fingers around Landon’s hipbone and pulled him backward, colliding Landon’s back against his chest. Landon’s skin was hot. So hot.
Landon canted his hips backward and it forced Gregory’s cock to nestle between his ass cheeks. He ground his fingers into Landon’s hip in warning, and he stopped moving with a huff. Gregory wanted more than anything to flip Landon onto his stomach and fuck him into the mattress, but he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
“I had a dream about you last night,” Landon whispered, his body relaxing under Gregory’s hand. Gregory took that to be a good sign.
