“Tired?” Aiden asks in sympathy, shifting enough to run his thumb under Beto’s eye.
“I won’t be doing any triathlons any time soon, but I’m okay.”
“Did I know you had an interest in triathlons?”
“Unless it’s the kind of triathlon that means us being on the couch, then in the shower, and then in bed, no. I’m not interested in triathlons,” Beto says. It’s so easy to make Aiden smile, and so easy to flirt like he is doing, accompanying his words with a slow stroke of his hands over his back then resting them on his ass. Everything between them is still so innocent, really, Aiden doing nothing to push him for more. Aiden is so good to him. How can he let him know he is more than ready for more between them, without Aiden thinking he is pushing himself for him?
Not that he’d be up for much
