Gil’s lips parted and he struggled to breathe.
As much as he wanted Rip to just take him quick and hard, he knew better. Without lube and without condoms, there wasn’t much they would be able to do. And Gil was not packing a condom. Not today. He never would have guessed in a thousand years he would have needed one for his class reunion.
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