Trapped, Part 2

In the dim glow of the wood shop, sawdust hanging thick in the air, Matt Cole and Darren Phillips surrender to the itch they can't ignore. Their callused hands roam, tracing the hard ridges of each other's ripped, masculine frames. Matt's fingers dig into Darren's broad shoulders, pulling him close. Darren responds with a growl, gripping Matt's waist, thumbs pressing into the V of his hips. They grind together, breaths ragged, the scent of pine and sweat fueling the fire. No words needed—just raw, urgent need driving their bodies against the workbench.