Heat of the Moment

"You're so fucking fit, Coz," Ed breathes, and Colin watches as his hand speeds

up just for a second, lingering around the rosy head and squeezing at it so roughly that

his hips buck up into his hand. A twinge of embarrassment and something else that's much more

molten-hot, all gooey warmth, both sting in his chest as he wipes drool from his mouth

with the back of his hand, knuckles dragging over his hot skin, and he practically

launches himself onto the bed when Ed drawls, "C'mere."