Chapter 2
“What the f**k, Dylan? No way. I can’t do that. That’s crazy.” Daniel’s voice came out shaky as he stared at me with those wide eyes, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like he needed something solid to hold onto.
His chest moved up and down fast under that oversized hoodie, and I could see the way his throat tightened when he swallowed hard.
I slid my hand onto his knee again, squeezing the soft warm flesh there, letting my fingers press in just enough to feel how his skin gave under my touch.
“Why not? We’re both guys here. It’s just riding, just some friction. Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it with how you always look at us when you think we don’t notice.”
“That’s exactly why it’s wrong,” he whispered back, his breath coming faster now. His fingers twiste
