I return to the ice, running it over the still-warm wax.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers. “That feels so good.”
The wax becomes harder as the ice chills it. I take my time, working my way over his entire body. It takes several ice cubes, as the warm wax melts it faster than our combined body heat. When I’m done, the wax is several shades paler. I take a moment to stand back and stare at Callan. He looks serene, lying there, barely moving, and covered in wax. I kneel beside him and gently stretch his skin, making the wax crack and crumble. Some flakes fall onto the sheet, and I brush the rest off with the edges of my hands. I do it firmly, massaging his skin in the process. He responds with a long, deep groan that vibrates through me, making my heart thud.
He’s surrounded by wax fragments, the paleness of his body stark in contrast to the green of the wax. He could be a painting or a sculpture. He’s so still and stunning. One knee is slightly raised, and he’s resting his hand on his stomach while the other is relaxed by his side. His cock is hard and dripping. He’s breathing gently. His red hair flops over the top of the black blindfold. He might be asleep or just very relaxed.
I pick up the blanket I’d prepared and lay it over him to keep him warm.
“That was amazing,” he whispers.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Not quite.”
I lean down to undo the blindfold. He shakes his head at the first gentle tug of the knot.
“Leave it. Please?”
“Whatever you want.” I kiss his forehead.
“That was…”
“Relaxing?”
“Aye, but I was going to say something else.” He licks his lips.
“What?”
He’s silent and still for so long that I think he’s drifted off to sleep.
“Erotic.”
I’m not one hundred per cent sure I didn’t imagine him saying that.
He wriggles his fingers, which I take as a request to hold his hand.
“Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” I cup his hand and stroke it softly.
“Rory.”
I massage his hand while waiting for him to continue, using my thumb to apply pressure in circular motions.
“I’m so relaxed right now.”
I chuckle. “That was the idea.”
“I know. I—” He sighs. “Would you join me?” He slips his hand from mine and tugs at my clothes. “Without these. Skin to skin.”
I want to, but I’m dubious about the wax. I’d have to move him and wrap the sheet to get rid of it, but I don’t want to disturb him. I lean down and kiss his lips softly and then slowly undress. I lift the blanket and slip alongside him, pressing my body to his side. Wax crackles underneath me and digs into my skin.
His hand finds my cheek. He guides me to him for deep, lazy kisses. He caresses my back, gradually bringing me closer until I’m draped over him and our hard cocks are aligned. I’m surprised by his boldness but go with it. It’s hard not to when he’s kissing me fervently and his hands are roving over my body. The wax cracks and rustles with every movement. Shards are sticking to my skin, but I’m beyond caring.
“Rory,” he gasps before our lips reconnect.
He rocks his hips against mine, rubbing our cocks together. I moan into his mouth, tangling my tongue around his, and run my fingers through his hair.
