“I love that you’re sarcastic just for me,” Jason said contentedly, and took the car around a curve, with some flair. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not.” Colby hesitated; those words weren’t true, even if Jason had uttered them unseriously, teasing and excited. He wavered between arousal and mortification. “Don’t think I am, please, I—”
“About you and disagreeing with me,” Jason commented, conversationally.
“Oh!” He felt his eyes—and his c**k, which evidently liked Jason being in charge quite a lot—get bigger. “I didn’t even think—I didn’t mean—it was the way you said it, and—”
“The thing is.” Jason set one hand on Colby’s thigh: proprietary and affirming. He offered a quick rub, then took it away again, driving, following a sign that announced The Fleece By The Water. Colby wondered distract
