L'Horoscope amoureux, Tome 3.5 : Gemini Rules Capricorn

“What did we say about breaking my back?”

“That the sex would be worth it.” Wesley winked into his laptop camera. On the side of the monitor, the popup video window showed Lloyd lifting a brow, his hazel eyes flashing with a suppressed laugh.

The background showed his fiancé sitting at a hotel desk, an elbow resting on a stack of textbooks. His shaved head had since grown to a tight buzz, and his collared shirt lay seductively unbuttoned over a tight tank top.

Two agonizing weeks they’d been apart, Skyping at night after Lloyd finished at his workshop for the day. The distance itched at Wesley, and he squirmed on Lloyd’s desk chair. Where he sat. Wearing only underpants and the leather wristband Lloyd had given him.

Wouldn’t be as fun without light-hearted, cross-country teasing.

“Fine,” Wesley conceded, scrolling down the page on the website they both scrolled through. “Position fourteen?”

“It involves a hammock.”

“Sixteen?”

“Should I send you a diagram of a bed so you know what beds are used for?”

Lloyd. Body of a fit twenty-six year old. Mind of an old codger.

Wesley couldn’t get enough of him. “You’re good with chairs, and a swing is like a chair . . . You sit in it.”

“I’m cramping just imagining it.”

Wesley flexed his right hand in front of the camera. “So am I.”

Lloyd scrubbed his face in amused exasperation. He had a talent for riling Lloyd up, and every responding growl, eye roll, or secret smirk tickled him. Wesley admired his handiwork.