at it since I woke up in the hospital.” Shit . He knew it was confession time. “Since I moved to Cattle Valley, you’re the first person who’s treated me like I’m handicapped.”
Drake sighed and picked up his empty bowl. “If I did, I didn’t mean it. Guess I just got used to doing stuff for my mom.” He stood. “She wasn’t like you,” he mumbled before walking down the aisle.
Oggie stared at Drake as he retreated to the front of the plane. He wasn’t sure what Drake meant by that last bit, but he felt like shit for calling the guy out. Although it had been true, he knew it was only part of his problem with Drake. No matter how much he’d tried to fight it, he was attracted to the man.
“Motherfucker,” Oggie groaned, getting to his feet. He picked up his plate and carried it to the galley. He found Drake wiping down the cabinet. “Now it’s my turn to apologise.”
Drake shook his head, but didn’t look up from the spotless counter. “No need.”
For the first time since the shooting, Oggie felt the urge to reach out and touch someone. He put his hand on Drake’s shoulder. His eyes closed at the contact. He’d obviously been lonelier than he’d admitted to himself because the simple touch warmed parts of him that had lain dormant since the shooting, since Ben had stopped returning his calls.
Oggie rested his forehead against Drake’s shoulder. “I haven’t always been such an asshole.”
Drake tossed the dishrag in the sink and turned his body until they were chest to chest. His arms wrapped around Oggie’s waist, but he didn’t say anything right away. “I have,” he eventually replied. “I learned at a young age not to let people in. Friends have the ability to hurt you.”
Oggie tilted his chin up. “You don’t have friends?”
Drake shook his head. “Not really. I have a few people I kid around with at work, but I don’t let them know the real me, so I wouldn’t consider them friends.”
With that distinction, Oggie wondered whether or not he had any. “I like to hang around with Nate, Ryan and Rio—they’re cool. Smokey’s a good man to work with, but now that you say that, I don’t know. Maybe I don’t have any either.”
Drake rested his lips on Oggie’s forehead. “You know more about me than anyone else. I wonder…”
“If we can be friends?” The idea made Oggie uneasy. He’d never had sex with a friend, and by the way his body was responding, he definitely wanted to crawl in bed with Drake.
Drake dipped his head down and kissed Oggie. It was soft and hesitant. Almost as if he wasn’t sure the action would be welcome.
Oggie took control, parting Drake’s lips with his tongue and thrusting inside. He was quickly pressed against the counter by Drake’s heavily muscled body. There was about a two inch difference in their height but thankfully their erections fit perfectly against each other. He moved his hips from side to side a few times as he continued to plunder the interior of Drake’s mouth with his tongue.
Drake was the first to break the kiss. “Jesus,” he panted. He placed his hands on Oggie’s ass and ground against him for several moments before releasing him and stepping back. “Unless you want a tour of Asa’s bedroom in the back of the plane, I’d suggest we take a break.”
It took Oggie several seconds to shake off the effects of their brief encounter enough to speak. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”
* * * *
After Oggie had returned to his seat, Drake made two rum and Cokes. He didn’t drink often, but when Oggie had mentioned his need for something stronger than juice, Drake figured he might as well indulge.
Drake handed Oggie a glass before taking the seat across the aisle. He felt like he should say something, but it wasn’t a situation he was comfortable with. “I didn’t expect that to happen.”
Oggie hoisted his glass up before downing the entire contents. “Me either,” he replied then hissed as the alcohol burned his