Aeren’s brow wrinkled. “I’d like to stay with you.”
“Okay,” Lamar agreed, not quite sure why the boy looked concerned. “I’m not going anywhere, but are you hungry or tired? You fell asleep in the tub.”
Aeren’s concerned look morphed into near panic. “Please, let me stay by you.”
“Calm down,” Lamar said softly. “You help people through touch, right? Are you saying you want me to be near you, physically?”
Aeren nodded, his head bobbing rapidly.
“Okay.” Lamar stood, grabbing his phone in one hand and holding his other hand out to the young man. “Then why don’t we both go lie down?”
Pulling back the thick layer of covers on his queen bed, Lamar waited for Aeren to crawl in and laid down beside him before tugging the blankets back up. “How’s this?”
Aeren yawned, showing a line of perfect teeth. “Could I..” he trailed off as if he’d lost his nerve.
“Can you what?”
“Can I touch you?” His slim hand hovered over Lamar’s bicep. “Just..for a minute?”
Chuckling, Lamar shifted his weight, slipping his arm beneath his bedmate and dragging him over to rest against his body. “Better?”
“Oh,” Aeren sighed, all but melting against Lamar’s muscular body and resting his head on the older man’s chest, rubbing his cheek on the soft shirt. “So good.”
“Good. Then close your eyes,” Lamar ordered gently, groaning inwardly as his stupid dick began to harden.
“We can talk more later.”
“M’kay,” Aeren agreed sleepily, a gentle rumbling vibrating through his chest. Within minutes, the same sense of warmth and well-being that Lamar had experienced at the club the night they met began to wash over him, filling the room.
He took advantage of Aeren’s exhaustion to press one light kiss to the crown of his head and then quickly followed him into the dream world.
