...Indecision flickered across Wes’s face. He looked at the house, a few feet away and well lit, but the party seemed to have moved inside—there were just a few stragglers on the porch now, couples making out in battered lawn chairs, and the music wasn’t so loud anymore. Someone must’ve called the cops, Nathan mused, climbing into the back of Tom’s truck. “I don’t know,” Wes said, frowning at him. “It’s not your pickup, Nathan—”

“It’s Tom’s,” Nathan told him. “He won’t mind. Come on.”

He held a hand out to Wes, who looked back at the house again. “Please?” Nathan whispered. “Out here it’s just us, that’s it. Please.”

Wes sighed, but he took Nathan’s hand and stepped up on the bumper. “If anyone sees us…”

Then he tripped climbing over the tailgate, caught his foot on the lock, and fell against Nathan, knocking him back. Nathan stumbled over an empty keg that rolled away beneath him and landed hard on his ass, Wes in his lap and already apologizing. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

Nathan kissed the words from his lips. “You’re a little accident prone tonight, aren’t you?” he joked, but he was grinning—at least the guy was in his lap, his knee pressing right where Nathan wanted it. He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, and thrust his hips against Wes’s leg as he gasped in delight at the sensations that flooded his body. “It’s okay,” he sighed, throwing his head back. “Sweet Jesus, Wes.”

A soft, damp tongue licked down the length of his throat, leaving a warm trail that cooled in the night air. “I thought I was over you,” Wes whispered, easing the collar of Nathan’s turtleneck down so he could kiss his neck.

His mouth latched onto the hollow of Nathan’s throat, his tongue tickling between his lips, his teeth nipping the soft skin. The thought of that mouth on other parts of his body, his chest and his arms and his thighs, his cock, his ass, made Nathan thrust against him once more. His hands massaged Wes’s upper arms, kneading the thick flesh, his knee coming up between Wes’s legs as his friend pushed him back to the bed of the truck. He loved this, the weight of another on top of him, of Wes, his body still familiar after all the time that had passed, his kisses still as sweet. His hands relearned a path down Wes’s chest, his fingers remembering the nipples they tweaked, the flat stomach, the muscles sheathed just beneath the skin. Without hesitation his hands eased into his friend’s jeans and Wes moaned as he cupped an uncompromising erection, rubbing it through the tight briefs. “Nathan,” he sighed.

Nathan loved to hear his name in that voice, that breathless, that full of need.

Faint footsteps drifted through the heat of their touch, a soft crunch of gravel, and then Tom’s laughter separated itself from the music and the distant din of the party. Coming their way, but Nathan couldn’t seem to care about that right now. All he wanted was Wes above him, against him, in him so deep he’d never find his way out.

Tom’s laughter grew louder. When Wes tried to pull away, Nathan held onto the waistband of his jeans, arched up against him, kept him close. “Don’t,” he breathed, wrapping an arm around Wes’s neck. He could feel how close they were, his own body aching, his dick hard. Wes’s briefs were already damp against his hand. “Please don’t.”

The truck moved beneath them as Tom climbed up onto the back bumper. Wes looked over his shoulder and Nathan could see their friend backlit by the moon, smiling down at someone beside the truck. He hadn’t noticed them yet. “Only one full one left, honey,” he called out.

Cindy. Nathan couldn’t resist a smug smile. Look, girlfriend—I found one on my own this time.

Tom bent down to lift one of the kegs and saw them. For a moment they all froze and just stared at each other, stuck in place. Then Tom clamped his hands over his eyes. “I’m not seeing this.”

Nathan laughed. “Tom,” Wes started, sitting up, “I can explain—”

“I’m not listening. I didn’t see anything.” Raising his voice, he hollered, “Cindy? I found Nathan.”

Cindy stepped up on the bumper. “Nathan, Herbert’s looking for you…”