Coke stole a kiss, hands on that pretty heinie, moving Dillon up against him.
“Feels so good, babe.”
“Mmmhmm.” He’d never been in a place where he was so happy to have no company.
Especially when Dillon started kissing him, mouth cool to begin with, then heating up. He moaned, hands squeezing that hot ass, rocking them together. Dillon grunted, pushing against him.
“Hungry cowboy.” He could do this forever.
“I am. I need my Coke time.” Dillon’s fingers dug into his shoulders. “I’ve gotten greedy.”
“Yes. I never wanted them to leave before.”
“I hope that’s not bad.” Dillon laughed a little. “I know they’re family.”
“They are, but…” They weren’t Dillon.
“It’s okay, babe. You would have been happy if they’d stayed until tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “I want to be able to make you come while we’re sitting on the sofa, though.” Sometimes he liked to say things to make Dillon hot.
Dillon’s pupils dilated on cue, that Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Yes. Okay.”
“Damn, cowboy.” That felt good.
“Hell, yes.” Dillon rested against him, the water pushing them together gently.
He chuckled, kissed Dillon’s forehead. “It’s snowing out there.”
“It is. I swear, it must be in your honor, to get so much this early in the season.” Those hands rubbed his neck, keeping it good and warm.
“It knows I’m not used to it.”
“There you go. You ready to dry off and snuggle?”
“You know I am.” Dillon, him, blankets, touching.
“Cool. Okay, let me get out first,” Coke had slipped once at a hotel hot tub, and ever since Dillon had insisted on being where he could help.
“Take good care of me.” He took Dillon’s hand, hopped out, and grabbed a huge, warm towel.
“Mmm.” His robe was slipped over his arms and shoulders, and Dillon led him inside.
He followed along, humming softly, the pups sitting, wagging, watching them. As soon as it was clear they were going for the couch, Pansy and Jerome hopped up and settled, blinking innocently. Coke chuckled. He’d fought the puppies on the sofa fight valiantly, and lost.
“Well, someone’s ready. I bet they want to watchBolt.” The pups loved dog movies. It was crazy. “I think I’d rather go for Indiana Jones, eh?”
“Oh, I love that one. I saw it when I was a kid.” He hadn’t seen a lot of movies in the theater.
“Cool.” Dillon popped in the movie and bustled around, getting blankets and drinks and basically being beboppy. Coke settled on the sofa and watched. It was one of his favorite things. Ever.
That fine ass showed through, even in the robe. Like a tight little bubble. And it wiggled. He put the blanket over him, slowly rubbing his dick while he watched. By the time Dillon got back with the hot chocolate, he was on his way to happy. Dillon raised an eyebrow.
He slowed his touch. “What?”
“Starting without me?”
“Just watching you.”
