Kit peeked his eyes open. Quin was staring. It took all his fortitude not to squirm under the intense gaze. “Do you like them?” he asked.
“That would be an understatement,” Quin said. “You look incredible in them, baby boy.”
Kit put a tentative finger to the waistband of the form-fitting, barely there briefs as heat travelled through his body at Quin’s praise. The briefs were so tight that he couldn’t hide his growing arousal, his cock stretching the baby-blue material.
“Are you going to take them off?” Quin asked. “If I get a vote, I’m gonna tell you to keep them on for now.”
Kit pulled his bottom lip into his mouth before tiptoeing over to the bed, lingering at the edge.
Quin drew Kit to stand between his spread legs. Kit couldn’t tear his eyes away from the naked lust in Quin’s expression. Knowing that Quin desired him like this was beyond what he’d hoped for.
Quin reached up and placed gentle hands on Kit’s face, bringing it down so they were face-to-face. Quin’s mouth covered Kit’s own, his tongue sweeping inside like it belonged there. Kit buried his fingers in Quin’s hair, keeping him right there. With his other hand, he grasped Quin’s shoulder, worried his knees might give out from under him if he wasn’t holding on.
The last few times they’d kissed were nothing like this. The others had been hot and consuming and earth-shattering in their own ways, but this kiss was a prelude to something more. Each meeting of their lips spelled out a possibility of where else Kit and Quin might touch, their caressing tongues whispering endless, unfulfilled promises.
Kit wanted Quin to deliver on everything his kisses were saying, but a part of him still feared what came next, and if Kit would act correctly and not freak out at their first real intimacy.
Quin broke the kiss. “Relax, Kit,” he said. He placed a tentative hand on Kit’s cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips, which buzzed from the rasp of Quin’s beard.
“I’mtrying.”
Quin gazed at him with soft affection. “I know, baby. I’ve got an idea. Stay here. I’ll be back in a second.”
Kit felt unmoored as he stood alone in Quin’s bedroom. The room was large, but also didn’t seem big enough to contain everything that ran through his mind. He glanced at the door,wondering if he should make a run for it. He’d be gone before Quin realised.
But Kit’s chest ached at the prospect of leaving. He wouldn’t do it, even to make it all easier on himself.
Quin came back into the room with a large towel in his hands, which he laid down on the bed. “Got to save the duvet,” he said.
Kit looked balefully at the towel. He’d wanted the soft sheets under him. The towel made the whole thing…dirty. Like it was something to be covered up and hidden.
“Go lie face down on top of it,” Quin urged.
Kit hid his disappointment. He tried for grace as he settled himself.
This was not helping him relax. He already felt flayed open with vulnerability, and turning his back on Quin only compounded it. At least the towel was plusher than he’d expected. The mattress was firm under him, and the pillow was of the sort that you could sink your face into.
But Kit didn’t do that. He turned his head to watch Quin root around in the nightstand, pulling out a little glass bottle. Kit assumed it was lube, but when Quin removed the top, it came off with a dropper attached to the lid. The subtle smell of vanilla and jasmine filled the air.
“What’s that?” Kit asked.
Quin gave him a satisfied smile. “Oil. For a massage.”
Kit had never had one before. He didn’t bother to voice that fact, as he was pretty sure Quin would have guessed. “Are you any good at them?” he asked instead.
“I’ve been told my big hands are decent for this, at the very least,” Quin said. “Plus, I watched a few YouTube videos on how to do them. And we both know that YouTube would never lie to me.”
Kit pressed his smiling mouth into the pillow. The mere suggestion of a massage had relaxed him. “I suppose I can suffer through it.”
Quin huffed in indignation, pulling his boxers on again. “Just so you know, the best position for me is to be on top of you.”
“You’ll squish me,” Kit complained.
“I will do no such thing!”
Quin got on the bed, shuffling forward and throwing one leg on either side of Kit’s hips. Quin stayed aloft, but Kit sensed his almost naked body on top of his bare back. He was glad he’d kept the briefs on for now, even if they were getting snug. If it had been Kit’s bare arse that Quin was resting on, he might have combusted then and there.
Kit yelped when Quin dripped the cold oil onto his back without warning.
