Page 144 of Bobby Green

Bobby drew near, plastering his front to Reg’s back, and started to kiss his neck.

“Mm… that’s nice.”

Bobby thrust up against him through their clothes. “That’s nicer.”

“Yeah. Wait ’til I get this in the fridge,” Reg told him, laughter in his voice. “We’re gonna need it to hydrate later.”

Bobby laughed, low and filthy. “Yeah, we will.”

Reg looked out the window. “The crew next door is closing up too. Gonna be too hot for them, you think?”

“Yeah. They offered me a job, by the way—good to see they don’t work through the stupid hot part of the day.”

Reg cocked his head. “You gonna take that?”

Bobby kissed his lips over his shoulder briefly. “Help us buy siding for the house,” he said practically. Then: “And when I’m ready to quit porn, it’s a good outfit.”

Reg smiled a little. “Not quite yet,” he said.

“Still like watching me fuck?” Bobby asked, liking his voyeurism.

“Yeah.” Reg turned in his arms. “But I’m getting more jealous every scene,” he said seriously. “Soon.”

“You give the command,” Bobby murmured, taking his mouth for a quick, teasing kiss. “I’m yours.”

“God, you really are.” Reg closed his eyes and took Bobby’s mouth harder, with all the tongue. He pulled away, breathless. “Best damned thing to happen to me ever.”

Bobby grinned and kissed him some more. It was mutual. It was forever. It was as close to heaven as the world would allow, and he would grab on to it with both hands.