For no reason at all Colby caught himself wanting to laugh. Not because Jason’s determination was amusing. Because that determination was so clear and so fierce and so bright.
Jason had promised that Colby could say no, had promised to not touch him, and would keep that promise no matter what.
The laughter transmuted itself into a different kind of emotion: quieter, more lucent, more profound. A smile, instead.
Colby, who did know how to put on a show, and who now knew that Jason did indeed appreciate him stripping, coaxed soft blue fabric down, gradually. He let the touch of it tantalize: thighs, smooth calves, ankles, the shape of his body as he moved.
He set the scrap of blue on the chair, where it could keep company with the rest, and padded back over. Right in front of Jason, who
