From the look of it, Ryan liked that idea, too. The way his gaze ducked to Johnny’s hips almost dragged the path away from the line he was wearing into the carpet, but then Ryan collapsed into the corner of the couch and buried his head in his hands.
“What the hell is happening here?” he muttered.
Different needs drove Johnny forward. “Don’t fall apart on me now,” he coaxed, taking the seat next to Ryan. Carefully, he reached forward and began massaging the back of Ryan’s neck, unsurprised that it was one big knot. “You’re all I’ve got here.”
Ryan didn’t look up. “And then you keep saying stuff like that.”