Vegas met those kisses with breathless hunger. His clean hand found its way into Pete’s hair. The other was hastily wiped on Vegas’ shirt and then pulled Pete closer. Damn the mess! He needed full contact right now! Vegas tangled his legs with Pete’s and simply clung to him while he came down.

A very dull ache bloomed my n the wake of his orgasm. That, he could live with. It was a sign that he was healing well. Healing meant they were that much closer to finally being able to fuck again!