“What are you doing?” Lawrence’s voice was gravelly with sleep and it made Christy’s stomach flip. They had spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms. Actually slept together in the same bed. Something Christy had never in his life experienced before with a lover. There was, he had discovered, nothing quite like waking in the morning wrapped around the naked body of the man he loved.
“Looking.”
“You will get cold, the fire’s almost out.”
Christy pulled the curtains back swiftly and then jumped back into Lawrence’s bed. “I’ll see to the fire in a minute. There, I can see you now,” he said. And he could. Lawrence was naked. His strong shoulders were bare, as was his hair-dusted chest. Lawrence moved a leg so that it brushed along Christy’s, making his cock perk up. He grinned and pressed closer.
Lawrence groaned. “God, the stamina of youth. You are going to kill me,” he said running a hand up Christy’s thigh.
“Come on, old chap, you can keep up.”