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“We found the perfume, which is horrendously expensive by the way, but I figured out how to channel my energy over to her so she could smell it.” Grant tilted the cracker, losing a few marshmallows though most stayed stuck to the syrup, and he waved it back and forth above the candle flame to lightly toast them.

The marshmallows didn’t melt or puff so much as they just charred, and Huck realized…

“Holy shit, I can smell that!” Huck exclaimed.

“Ta-dah!” Grant beamed and held the makeshift s’mores out for Huck’s inspection. “It’s not perfect, but maybe close?”

“I can smell those burned marshmallows, the chocolate, the crackers are musty as fuck, and wow, if that’s not the most amazing thing I’ve ever smelled.” Huck sniffed deeply, savoring the aromas. He hadn’t realized how much he missed smelling things.

He could also smell Grant’s cologne and his deodorant, a wonderful blend of musk and sweetness and something that reminded Huck of a campfire. He leaned in close, forgetting all about the s’mores as he was much more interested in Grant’s unique scent.

Grant fidgeted as if he was about to say something, but he shoved the entire s’more into his mouth instead. It was far too much, and his cheeks poked out like an adorable chipmunk’s. He was struggling to chew it all in one go, and he pressed his hand over his mouth. “Mmm. Umm.”

“How is it?” Huck laughed.

Grant held up his finger, smiling through the big mouthful. He managed to swallow it, clearing his throat before replying, “Dry. Mm. Very dry.” He licked his lips thoughtfully. “I think it still has the essence of a s’more? It really tried its best.”

“Yeah?” Huck followed Grant’s tongue as it chased an errant crumb, and he slid his hand up over Grant’s thigh. The energy felt different now, charged and pulsing, and he couldn’t look away from Grant’s lips. “What if… I wanted to taste it?”

“Huh?” Grant stared at Huck’s mouth.

Huck’s lips tingled, and he realized Grant was actually transferring his energy there. Whether by accident or intention, he could feel his lips now, and he moved his hand to cup Grant’s cheek to draw him in close.

They were close enough that Grant’s breath tickled Huck’s lips, and he loved the warmth of Grant’s cheek, his fingers lightly caressing over a hint of stubble. He swore his touch was now sensitive enough to pick up on each little hair, and he couldn’t resist swiping his thumb over the velvety smooth curl of Grant’s bottom lip.

Out of the corner of Huck’s eye, he could see that the room was flooding with color. The blankets beneath him were a fiery rush of reds and oranges, the blue flowers scattered throughout the wallpaper were glowing like the flames of a gas stove, and the twinkle in Grant’s eyes shone like shooting stars.

It was there in that sparkle Huck found himself lost, staring deep in Grant’s eyes as his heart thumped unexpectedly. He was hot all over, waves of desire resonating deep inside of him that made him ache in the sweetest way, and he had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Grant in this moment.

“May I…?”

“May you?” Grant sounded out of breath, and his eyes fluttered.

“May I kiss you?” Huck asked. “Please?”

“Yes. God, please. Yes. I think we can? Yes, please. I want to try—”

There was a loud click.

It took Huck half a second to recognize it was the sound of the door being unlocked.

The door suddenly swung open, startling Huck and Grant apart as a hoarse voice snarled, “You’re all mine now!”

CHAPTER5

Grant

Grant jerked back from Huck—holy shit, they’d just been about tokiss—and he found himself staring at Myrna, the owner of the hotel, in a silky, hot pink robe with marabou trim.

She had on heavy makeup, her hair was down, and she gasped when she saw Grant. “You! What are you doing in here?”

“Me?” Grant stammered to reply, “Wh… what areyoudoing here? This is my room!”

“No, this is Finny’s!” Myrna put her hands on her hips, and her robe parted to reveal a sheer nightie underneath. “Is this some sort of nasty trick?”

“Oh my God.” Grant respectfully looked at the ceiling to avoid seeing anything through the very see-through lingerie. “We switched rooms! We switched!”

“Wow!” Huck cackled. “She came looking for Finn, huh? I can’t swear to it, but I think she’s trying to get laid.”

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