Slowly Gary became aware that for the past few minutes he’d been stroking a hand up and down Raw’s—Neil’s—right arm. Gary loved everything about Neil, but the man’s huge arms that hung from impossibly wide shoulders were perhaps Gary’s favourite. In the past Neil had only allowed Gary to touch him briefly, soon stepping away, telling him his actions weren’t appropriate. Now, evidently, touching was permitted. Gary intended to take full advantage.
“Have you had a good birthday?” Raw—Neil—asked, no doubt uncomfortable at the continued silence
Gary felt his face split into a grin. “It started getting good about fifteen minutes ago, and got even gooder…uh…better about five minutes ago.” Gary leant in and delivered a wet kiss with plenty of tongue to Neil’s slightly parted lips. “And it continues to get even better.”
“Oh.” Evidently not knowing what to say, and probably growing uneasy at Gary’s intense and unwavering stare, Neil asked, “Shouldn’t we be getting undressed so we can…uh…?”