Luke awoke with a stiff cock, and Tate draped over him. The shorter man's leg pressed down on the hard length. He lay like that for the longest time allowing the cobwebs to clear and his thoughts to coalesce. It felt good not to wake up alone. He was also pleased that Tate had kept his word. They had slept in companionable silence as brothers would, even if it had taken Tate a long time to relax.
It still bothered him that he had wandered to Tate's door instead of his own. Why? Luke hadn't even made up his own mind how he intended to deal with the little man, so how could he seek him out so soon after breaking up with Lexy? Shouldn't he at least breathe first?
