“God damn, buddy,” Linc growled, his hips shifting, almost rotating in Cooper’s grasp. I’m all yours, stud.”Ĭooper tried not to grin like a little kid at Christmas – well, it was Christmas, but he was a man now, getting what he really wanted after a year of thinking and wondering and imagining it.
“Get my Dopp kit from the bathroom,” Linc said, nodding in the direction of the guest bath door. “Got some stuff we’ll need in it.”Ĭooper practically sprinted into the bathroom, grabbing the scuffed-up, well-traveled leather toiletry kit from the vanity and bringing it back to the bed, his cock leading the way. He noted the way Linc’s eyes followed it, the way the man licked his lower lip and smiled to himself, and then looked up to meet Cooper’s eyes. Linc dug in the bag and retrieved a little bottle, then tossed it to Cooper, who caught it one-handed, years of baseball reflexes at the ready. He suddenly flashed on a memory of playing catch with Linc years ago, on one of his uncle’s infrequent visits, and found himself blushing again as he thought of how far they’d come, and where they were now.
He looked down at the bottle in his hand, the Wet! label on it, and thought to himself, Fuck yeah, let’s get wet.
