Ryan laughed. His smile was genuine and seemed to make his eyes lighter. The weight of the bad dream in the car was just a distant memory right now. I prayed that he wouldn’t be visited by anyone from his past tonight while he slept.
* * *
I abruptly woketo Ryan’s body growing restless beside me. He was out from under the covers, and his hand clutched the waistband of his boxer briefs. Every few moments, he’d shift his hip as if turning away from someone. Even though it was dark in the room, I could still see the distressed look on his face. Gently, I set my hand on his abdomen and made a slight rubbing motion.
“Ryan.” I patted his stomach and then resumed lightly rubbing on him. “Ryan, wake up, my boy.”
I hated how his family could still get to him in his dreams. Ryan suddenly stopped moving and then his big brown eyes were on me.
“There you are,” I murmured.
I waited to see how he would react. Sometimes he woke calmly from the dream, and other times he unraveled. Since he was still in bed beside me, I didn’t think there was a chance that he’d try getting up.
“You were having a bad dream.” I hadn’t said that as rubbing it in, but to serve as a reminder for him that it was only a dream. As horrible as it probably was for him to go through, he was safe and here with me.
Ryan nodded and rolled onto his side, taking my hand with him. I scooted myself closer to him and took my hand off his stomach for a brief moment.
“Your skin is cold, Ryan. Let me grab the blankets.”
I pulled the sheet and blankets over us and draped my arm over his side. As I set my hand against his stomach, I wanted him to hear some gentle reminders before he slipped off to sleep.
“Who do you belong to, Ryan?”
“You.”
“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek and laid back down. “I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you too,” he said sleepily.
As I closed my eyes, I smiled at the scent of peppermint that filled my senses, being this close to him.Rest and sleep well, my boy.
* * *
I shutmy razor off and stepped out of the bathroom when I heard Ryan’s loud laughter. Only wearing his warm base layer tights, Ryan stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his cock and doing squats.
The sight of him amused and melted me all at the same time. His hang up over the tights greatly amused me. But I loved it when he felt comfortable enough to stand in front of a mirror and look at himself. Of course, the sight of him in the tights was beautiful. When he noticed me standing there watching him, a huge smile spread across his face. He stood and turned to face me.
“Dude, check this out! I look like a superhero!”
Ryan gestured to his sculpted legs that the material from the tights clung to like Saran Wrap. My eyes traveled down his muscular thighs to his lower legs, causing my cock to stir. Ryan pressed his hands against his thighs so I would focus on his bulge.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I love your ti—pants.” I loved that he was in a good mood this morning despite his sleep disturbance last night. I didn’t want to sour the mood by using the word “tights.”
“They’re so warm. My balls are already sweating in them.”
I walked over to him and reached around to slap his ass. I grabbed a handful of his ass cheek and smiled at him.
“These will keep you nice and warm on the slopes today.”
“I hope I don’t fall.”
“Falling is a part of skiing. As long as you have fun, that’s all that matters, my boy.”
Ryan grinned at me and then quickly kissed my lips before he zipped off toward the bathroom.
“I have to pee before I finish getting ready.” He beamed over his shoulder.
