With a nudge of his chin, Arik directed Blaze’s line of sight towards the tousled sheets and misplaced pillows that covered the bed. Then Arik tightened the hold he had on Blaze’s midsection and pulled Blaze away from the cart. He walked backwards, drawing Blaze along with him, their bodies so close that they had to shorten their steps to make it work. Not that Arik minded one bit. Blaze’s cock danced between them, smearing wet, clinging fluid on Arik’s hoodie—fluid that seemed to insist that even if they had to be apart, it was going to string them together in one way or another. It was reasoning that made Arik’s own hard body throb inside his pyjama pants.