I wake up feeling sore, as if I was in the gym way too long. My muscles ached and then this feeling of being caged by something. My hand feels what has me caged in without opening my eyes. It is an arm, a very soft but muscled arm. Tracing my fingers over the arm, I feel a lust build up in the pit of my stomach that makes me moan. I slowly opened my eyes, turning to the person lying next to me on the bed. It was Brain or Cayden, I do not know which, but by god, he was handsome as he was lying there bare chest. As if my body took over all senses of rationality, I turned to look at him. My hand goes to his chest, tracing my fingers softly over his six-pack, every line, every curve. I felt him stir and keep my hand still. He relaxed again, now I cannot take it anymore. I needed to taste him.
