“Cool.”Boom.
Snoring.
Wow.
Dillon pulled back a little to stare at Coke, loving the spiky eyelashes, the still flushed cheeks.Well. Who knew?Dillon filed that little tidbit away in his Coke cabinet—‘Passes out after sex’.
That was kinda cool
Almost as cool was being close enough to see the tiny scar on Coke’s chin, one that was almost invisible. Almost as cool as being able to touch it, feel the stubble on hisfingertip. He traced the lines, the scars, smiling when Coke shushed him a little, like hush, sleeping.
There was a spot for him, right on Coke’s shoulder, sort of Dillon-shaped, and he took it, settling down.
He’d nap a little. Then they’d find some food, and maybe they’d mess around some more. Maybe they wouldn’t. One way or the other, it wouldn’t be boring.
Chapter Nine
Man, Nate needed to get home more, if the man was going to snuggle like that.
Really, because that was damned personal and…
Wait.
Him and Nate had had to share more than a couple times, and he’d never had Nate’s hands…there.
His eyes popped open and he saw tousled blond hair and the finest ass in bull riding.
Dillon Walsh.
Fuck him.
Well, it’d been blow him, but still, he’d-- They’d-- And it had been good and he was thinking that he’d sure like to do it again, especially with Dillon’s hand all wrapped around his cock and rubbing up and down, even though the man was still asleep.
Dillon snuffled when he moved, following him with that hot little body, hand staying right where it was.
Coke’s toes curled, hips rolling without him being able to stop them. A low moan sounded, Dillon shifting, thumbrubbing the underside of his cock. Just like he liked. God, yes. He dipped his chin, rubbing against Dillon’s temple as he moaned.
“Mmph. Coke?”Well, hello and yes for that, too. Dillon knew who he was, even asleep.
“Mmm-hmm.” He let one hand slide down Dillon’s back, as far as he could reach.
“Hey.” Dillon snuggled harder against him, pushing that hand up and down. Those pretty eyes opened, and Dillon smiled for him.
“Hey. Good nap?” His eyes crossed a little as Dillon did that thumb-rub thing.
“Uh-huh. I told you I was all for naps. Wake up all refreshed and ready to go.” Dillon pressed against him, and he could feel Dillon’s cock, full and ready against his thigh.
“I’m a fan of ready.” He pushed his leg against Dillon, rubbing back.
“I can tell. I do love how you get prepared.” Dillon squeezed, making his breath hitch.
His shoulders tightened, rolling a little, his neck only letting them move so much.
“You okay?” Pausing just a moment, Dillon waited for his nod before kissing him hard.
There was lots of shit he hadn’t expected to really happen—having Dillon Walsh fuck his lips with that wicked tongue was definitely on that list. It was happening, though, and it was better than he’d ever dreamed. Dillon was kinda…oral. Tactile, too, touching him like he was made of gold.
Coke stopped worrying about what he’d thought or what he’d worried about or… Oh, damn. He just pushed into the kiss and demanded more.
