“See you in the morning. Bright and early?” Jed asked as they got to his door.

 

“I expect a wakeup call,” Remy teased just for fun. “But I promise to not be naked this time.”

 

There was a long pause.

 

“What if naked is how I want you?” Jed said gruffly.

He cupped the side of Remy’s face. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he stepped closer. And closer.

 

With his mouth hovering above Remy’s, Jed finally leaned in and gave him a hard tug forward so their mouths met and Remy rocked against Jed’s chest.

 

Their lips touched, and Remy opened his mouth. Jed tasted good, faintly of cinnamon from his Fireball shot, making Remy’s nerves spark. He arched forward and brushed his tongue at Jed’s. With a moan, Jed slipped his arms around him. His lips were hungry on Remy’s. Warm and needy. It was a hell of a kiss, a knee-weakening kiss, impossible to resist.