Jason sat down beside him, on the side of the bed. “Still okay?”
“I…” In truth he’d had a moment of fluttering unease in his chest, when the second scarf had bound his other wrist. Both hands, and he was at Jason’s mercy…
He did want that. He knew he’d feel good. He knew he could free himself if he chose to. He only—for a second, a single second—felt another weight, heard a crueler laugh, tasted the coppery bite of old memory.
He let go with the right hand. Blue and silver unwound. “I’m…let’s say yellow. Just give me a moment.”
Jason stayed utterly motionless. “You want me to not touch you, for a sec?”
“No—I mean yes—I mean you can. Touch me. Hold my hand.” His arousal hadn’t faded. Wouldn’t, with Jason naked beside him. With the exultance of rain, and the glow of the room, and the de
