Page 106 of Body Check

“Hey there,” Gavin said, wrapping an arm around his waist. His voice sounded particularly deep as he smoothed his hand up under Dakota’s T-shirt.

“Hi.” Dakota settled his hands on Gavin’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” Gavin looked vaguely confused. “Why wouldn’t I feel okay?”

Dakota shrugged. “I know you probably didn’t expect the conversation we hit you with earlier.”

“I hate Violet even has to worry about that stuff.”

Dakota sighed. “Yeah, me too.” Because she really, really shouldn’t have to.

“I meant it though. I’ll go to bat for her, if necessary.”

“I know.” Dakota smiled. “And thank you.”

Gavin scoffed. “You don’t have to thank me for trying to be a decent human being.”

“Maybe not. But it can be rare.”

“Unfortunately.” Gavin shifted a little closer. “But unless you particularly want to talk about that right now, I had some better ideas about how we could spend our time.”

“Sleeping?” Dakota teased.

Gavin grinned and a little flutter went through Dakota’s chest. Not a heart issue, just Gavin being devastatingly handsome, as usual.

“Not quite.” Gavin leaned in and kissed Dakota.

His mouth tasted minty from the toothpaste he’d used earlier, and Dakota sighed softly, flicking his tongue at the seam of Gavin’s lips.

Gavin opened, allowing him in, and they kissed leisurely. Slow, lazy pecks and nips interspersing deeper, longer kisses. There was none of the frantic energy of the last time and Dakota dimly realized they hadn’t done anything sexual since the night before the holiday skate.

This was nothing like that though.

Rather than being forceful like he had been before, now Gavin was soft and pliant, shifting onto his back when Dakota pressed forward. Dakota was the one who got their shirts off, nuzzling into the warm crease of Gavin’s neck before trailing his lips along his collarbone.

The sounds Gavin made were quiet in deference to the fact there were other people down the hall, but his response was no less passionate than ever when Dakota closed his fingers on Gavin’s nipple. He pinched and Gavin’s hands tightened on his back, hips lifting, searching for friction against his cock.

Dakota replaced fingers with his mouth, loving the hissing, indrawn breath that escaped Gavin’s lips when he licked and sucked at his nipple.

Dakota had one leg flung over Gavin’s, and he reached down, cupping Gavin’s length as he sucked at the hard nub. “You like that, don’t you?” Dakota whispered.

Gavin let out a low, soft groan.

He wasn’t fully hard, but he was getting there, cock pressing at the stretchy fabric covering his length. Dakota had a wild thought that Gavin wasn’t having any trouble with blood flowthere.

And he hadn’t even had to take a pill to do it. Dakota had watched him chuck the pills in the trash, sheepishly admitting he’d let his insecurities get the better of him and make him wonder if Dakota was happy with their sex life.

Ridiculous man.

Dakota toyed with his cock for a minute, loving the heat of his skin, the heft as he rubbed a little more firmly, grazing his teeth across his nipple and biting gently.

The strangled sound—quickly muffled—encouraged him to do it again, and he kept up at it until Gavin’s dick was leaking, turning the fabric darker.

Dakota switched to the other nipple, teasing it and worrying it with his tongue until Gavin’s hips lifted in a mesmerizing rhythm. Dakota smiled, slipping his hand under the fabric, loving the way Gavin bucked into his touch.

After a while, the rub of the waistband of Gavin’s pajamas grew uncomfortable against Dakota’s wrist and he sat upright long enough to strip them off. When Gavin was naked, Dakota looked at him, taking in the muscular flex of his body.

“Enjoy it while you can. I won’t look like this if I change my diet and exercise routines,” Gavin said, sounding a little breathless. “I won’t be as cut?—”

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