Austin Avery and Colby Tucker stand shoulder to shoulder, their broad, hairless chests flexing as they grip each other’s hips, muscles rippling under the light. The dark-haired, tattooed one leans in just enough to show the sharp line of his jaw, while the other’s grip tightens around his waist, fingers digging into the stretch of his back. The wall behind them pulses with bold colors, but it’s the way their bodies lock, one’s arm slung low, the other’s hand pulling hard, that makes this different.
