Uncle Rick’s Bed

Quietly taking off his clothes, Oliver gently creeped down the hall to the guest room where Uncle Rick was sleeping. He carefully opened the door and saw the older man’s familiar, handsome face, asleep in bed with his broad shoulders up over the covers. Oliver snuck in under the covers, making sure not to be too fast or too rough getting into bed. He curled up next to his uncle, feeling his smooth, warm skin against his. And almost as if going off of muscle memory, Uncle Rick curled in to spoon Oliver, holding him like he used to.