Cain hastily stripped off his own shirt, and threw it on the pile with Damon’s… but something about the sight of it there made him pause. His shirt tangled with Damon’s, his life tangled with Damon’s… God, he wanted that.
He shook his head to clear it. What he had wasright now, and Damon willingly at his mercy for a second time.
He grabbed the lotion and pumped some into his hand, enjoying the clean scent. He rubbed his hands together to warm the liquid, then climbed onto the bed next to Damon’s leg.
The first press of his fingers had Damon groaning lavishly, his back arching, and Cain had to focus to keep his massage slow and steady. He gently but firmly kneaded the muscles of Damon’s lower leg, taking care with the pink scar tissue, and then slowly moved up to the larger muscles in his thigh. It occurred to him that Damon’s other leg had to ache, too, from carrying extra weight all the time, so he pumped out more lotion and rubbed that leg also. When he got to Damon’s ass, he paused. Although Damon didn’t say a word, Cain could sense the electric hum of anticipation in the air.
He bit his lip and decided that waiting would do the man good.
Cain crawled up the bed and lifted a leg to straddle Damon’s waist, then pumped out more lotion and began his massage again, this time at Damon’s neck, smoothing his hands down the expanse of Damon’s back and shoulders. He loved the way his pale arms and the dark ink of his tattoos contrasted with the honey-tan of Damon’s skin. Damon had freckles, too, just like the ones he’d noticed on Cain, and Cain resisted the urge to trace them with his tongue.
He’d do that next time… if therewasa next time. He forced the sad thought out of his mind.
He moved lower, digging his knuckles gently into the small of Damon’s back, and Damon moaned again, pushing his hips into the mattress.
“Lower,” he whispered, his face muffled by a pillow. “Lower, Cain.”
Bossy.Even buck naked and flat on his stomach.
Cain’s fingers did knead lower, almost like they were responding to Damon’s command without Cain’s authorization. He toyed with the skin beneath the waistband of Damon’s boxers, then pushed the fabric down three inches until just the top curve of Damon’s ass was exposed.
Damon’s back rose and fell with each intake of breath as Cain’s hands found the dimples at the base of his spine. Cain smiled just a little, feeling his face warm.
He loved the sounds Damon made, the way his muscles tensed and clenched in pleasure, even as Cain loosened them.
And the biggest turn-on of all? Damon wanted him. It was true and obvious. There was no ulterior motive for him to be in this room - in fact, he showedfaithin Cain just by being there.
He lowered Damon’s underwear further, and Damon lifted his pelvis slightly so Cain could reach around and pull them down completely. His fingers lightly brushed the tip of Damon’s erection - no longer only half-hard, but lying fully formed against his belly, thick and pulsing with heat - and Damon hissed in pleasure.
“More. More, Cain,” he demanded.
Trust the man to try to take control, even with Cain straddling his back. Cain’s lotion-slicked fingers gripped his cock more tightly and Damon thrust into his fist once, then twice. But Cain smoothed his hand up over Damon’s hip and eased him back down to the bed.
“I haven’t finished your massage yet,” he said, his voice no louder than a whisper. His own cock was rock hard behind his jeans.
He pumped the lotion again, this time directly onto Damon’s naked ass, just so he could enjoy the way Damon shuddered and hissed at the coldness.
“You’ll pay for that,” Damon threatened, but it wasn’t any kind of a threat.
“Yeah? I can’twaitto see how you’ll make me pay,” Cain teased, his voice husky.
Cain’s fingers glided through the lotion, smoothing it over Damon’s hot flesh, before he kneaded the firm muscles of Damon’s ass. He moved lower and lower, spreading Damon’s cheeks apart. And then he brushed one slick finger over Damon’s entrance.
Damon froze.
They hadn’t discussed anal sex. Cain knew some guys weren’t into it at all, especially when it came to receiving, so he slowly and carefully ran just his fingertip back and forth over the sensitive skin, before moving even lower to cup Damon’s sac and play with his balls.
“H-higher,” Damon said, and Cain blinked.
“What?”
“Higher,” Damon instructed, no hesitation in his voice this time, and Cain’s breath came faster.
Oh, fuck, yes.
He moved his finger higher, rubbing his finger slowly over Damon’s taint, and then further back, toying with his ring.
“I…” Cain began, but his voice came out as a reedy squeak.God.He swallowed and tried again. “I bought condoms. At the pharmacy. And lube. Othersuppliesbesides the bandage stuff. I just thought maybe you… and we… but I mean… I expected I would bottom, and I can… if it’s what you want,” he concluded in a rush, biting his lip in embarrassment. Had he assumed too much?
