Asher had always known that Beau would be the end of him. It was one thing to be entranced by someone; it was another to get hard from just the person's words.
Asher hummed a little before replying to Beau's question. "Talking about that will definitely cause trouble tonight. I'd prefer to speak with actions—and you said we should wait a little."
It made the wait more thrilling. Beau imagined how the weekend would be, how he'd tenderly kiss Asher and stick a finger into him, how they would make love, slowly, at a pace comfortable for Asher, their souls in connection...
"I am ready to wait, pumpkin. I love action too, you know."
"Of course, you do." Asher rolled his eyes. Beau carried him off the couch bridal style. "You really need to stop doing this. I can walk."
"I am not complaining." He took Asher to the room and gently set him on the bed. "I was hoping we could cuddle a bit. That crazy couch is making me feel cramped."