Chapter 16

Jason kissed his fingers, transferred them both to one hand, and leaned down to smudge water-drops away across his cheek. “You want to stop?”

“No!”

“Okay. We’ll leave you alone for now, okay, baby? You want to touch me?”

Colby nodded. Jason’s cock jutted out rigid and proud, with that large shiny head; Jason held Colby’s right hand and set it against the shaft, where desire stood up like iron under heated skin. Colby curled fingers around the girth, as much as he could; he liked that, and so did Jason, from the groan.

“Do that,” Jason said, “just like that, just—more, like this, here,” and kept his hand over Colby’s, guiding the motion, the rhythm, as Colby lay beneath him and watched. Slickness beaded up at the tip; Jason moved their hands faster, in charge, while telling him how good his hand felt, how good he was being, how amazing, how perfect.