Who said nothing, only waiting; he smiled a fraction more, and traced a heart with one sticky finger over Jason’s chest.
“I,” Jason said, and he was crying, but that was okay, Colby’s eyes were brimming with it too and Colby had him and Colby would hold onto him. “I’m…I did deserve it. Tonight. They—they thought I deserved it.”
“You do.”
“And…all the nominations…my name up there…with yours…”
“You deserve to be there.”
“I think,” Jason whispered, “I do. I think I do. And you think I do. I’m…good enough. For that.”
“You are.” Colby rewarded him with another thrust, a rocking of hips, a pump of iron deep inside. Jason moaned. Colby did it again.
“And…I’m good enough for you.” That one made Colby’s lips part, comprehending and startled; but he answered immediately, “Yes,” and bent down for another kiss, open-mouthed and sincere.
“I am,” Jason said again, after, a little stronger, and Colby said the yes again, and nuzzled kisses along Jason’s throat.