But he did have those dreams. Because of Jason. And he wanted this.
He hadn’t quite figured out how to tell Jason everything. He would—that was no longer in question, decided someplace between a question about the weather and a kiss—but he’d have to think about how to phrase it all. He needed Jason to know why he’d kept the writing a secret; he needed Jason to not feel any sort of obligation about the love and returning it. There’d be a right time, a right place.
Cuddled under Jason’s leather-clad arm, he inquired, “Did you say you wanted to feed me?”
“Hmm,” Jason said. “I do. You want that first, or you want me to get you off?”
“Can’t we do both? And also you?”
“Yep. You need to change anyway, right? Get naked for me.”
Colby did, hastily. The chill of the air sent prickles along his
