Chapter 7

He’d’ve found Colby being naked a turn-on anyway, but this meant more somehow. Profound. He ignored his dick perking up under pajama pants. Not the time.

“What if I want to?” Colby said, and Jason couldn’t help staring down at his dick again, but no, Colby wasn’t a mindreader or an erection-sensing telepath, and hadn’t meant that. “I mean, ah, what we’re doing. Me being yours. I do have someexperience, and I’m fairly certain I’ve heard of that being a thing, er, thank you, sir, and all that.”

“Huh. But…no, you don’t have to…”

“But you’re thinking about it.”

“Try it sometime and we’ll see. Only if you want.” He kept his hands moving: deliberate, practiced, good at this. Feeling tension ebb, seeing muscles turn pliant and comforted. The room smelled of herbs and rain; Colby’s body was warm and secure, protected under his touch.

“Mmm,” Colby said. “Thank you for taking care of me, sir. Jason.”