Matt Majors, Mark Rockwell and Spike

Matt Majors presses his mouth hard against Mark Rockwell’s, fingers digging into his stocky shoulders as he pins him against the rough concrete wall. The blond’s grip tightens on Rockwell’s waist, pulling him closer while his own graying hair hangs loose over one shoulder. Their hands roam, Rockwell’s calloused palms sliding down Matt’s back, Matt’s fingers tracing the thick muscle of Rockwell’s thighs before gripping him back.