Eager fingers scrambled against Drew's shirt, and Niki pulled and tugged until he had peeled the garmet over the other boy's head. He flung it aside, as if it was on fire and he needed to get it far, far away from him.
Sliding out of his own shirt, he tossed it over the edge of the bed and then his hands were back on Drew again, wandering over all of the newly exposed skin again, dancing down his sides and across his stomach. His mouth sought out Drew's again and he moaned hungrily, curling against him again, rocking their hips together.