Chapter 11

Colby noticed him looking. Murmured, “Give me a few minutes, and perhaps.”

“You don’t have to.” Jason started with Colby’s legs again, since they were right under his hands. Colby let himself be moved, handled, arranged: easy and pliant. “We’re not doing anything you’re not up for.”

Colby raised an eyebrow, and glanced down at himself.

“Yeah, okay. But, seriously, only if you tell me you want to. Your decision. I’m good either way.”

“And you mean that.” Colby tipped his head up to watch as Jason’s fingers kneaded his thighs, hips, nowhere near his cock without permission. “I know you do. You say so, over and over.”

“Because I do mean it, yeah.” He scooted up more on the bed. Better access for Colby’s chest and shoulders and arms. Especially thatone. His leg fit next to Colby’s body; his weight made the bed dip. “Good? Not too hard?”