Chapter 17

He wasn’t certain when the instant of release came; he couldn’t’ve said, because it all felt like glory, tide after tide of it, rushing through him without ceasing, spilling across his stomach and dripping over his skin. The whole world went away for a while, drenched in blurry rippling coruscations.

He woke up to Jason’s hand stroking his hair, and Jason’s voice asking, with love and the faintest thread of apprehension, “Colby? Baby? You back with me yet?”

I’m here, Colby wanted to say and couldn’t. His face seemed less sticky, as if Jason’d cleaned him up a bit. He couldn’t open his eyes. Too weighed down. Too much everything, in a wondrous resonant way. His whole body felt limp and twinkly and thoroughly pleasured.

“Hey,” Jason attempted. “I’d let you rest, but we’re kinda about to be late, assuming you want to shower…and also I kind of want you to talk to me, after that? Please.”