“Potentially some rain.” Colby took Jason’s limp hand, regarded salve: interested and brave. “But I like rain. So we can try.”
“We can…”
Colby nodded. Towed him over to the bed. Took a breath, and dropped the blanket, and tugged down sheets, and lay down. On his stomach. Trusting, bruises and all.
Jason sank down gradually beside him. “You want this.”
“Please,” Colby said. “Please take care of me. You said you would. And you can, and—and I think we both need that? And you could be naked. If you, er, wanted to.”
“You…you just want to see me naked…knew you liked my shirtless fight scenes…”
“I do.” Colby, head turned his way and pillowed on arms, smiled. “I like you, Jason. Please touch me.”
* * * *
He’d meant the words. He’d meant more than the words. He’d nearly said I love you.
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