Chosen by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Torquere Press
Published: 2010-01-07T07:15:20+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Bast hadn't intended to do it—he'd done it before, but not lately and it hadn't even been on his mind—but Trick was watching a movie and he was bored and itchy and needed a shower.

So, Bast had stripped himself down and hopped in, steaming hot water beating down on him, the smell of soap and shampoo everywhere. He'd been perfectly content.

Then he'd caught a glimpse of Trick's razor.

He'd grabbed it, amused himself with the shocky, sparkly edge against his inner arm and the itchy, bug-crawling feel of knitting flesh for a bit until that got boring, too. Idly, not quite ready to leave the warm pleasure of the water, he began to shave the tiny line of black-black hair beneath his navel.

Felt pretty fucking good, actually.

So, he grabbed the soap and continued, slowly scraping away the ebony curls, exposing pale skin never touched by the sun. By the time he was done assuring himself that he was completely smooth, the water was cooling and he could hear Trick's laughter at whatever he was watching carrying through the walls, tempting him out.

Kissing a laughing Trick was quite entertaining.

It didn't take him long to dry and smooth on some lotion—Trick might tease, but his Sweets liked the smooth softness of his skin, liked touching him, so Bast moisturized. Besides, he thought with a chuckle, he had great elasticity for a man of his age.

Throwing on a short, silky, black robe, he grabbed a towel for his hair and went in to settle next to Trick on the bed. “Enjoying the movie, Sweets?"

Nodding, eyes still on the screen, Trick reached over and slid a hand around Bast's thigh, the touch at once casual and possessive. “Adam Sandler's an idiot, but he makes me laugh."

Bast studied Trick's hand, thick and square and strong. He stroked over the knuckles, chuckling as Trick's fingers tightened on his leg. “Does that tickle?"

This time Trick shook his head and shifted closer. “Feels good."

"Yeah, it does.” Bast continued the soft touches, leaning over to rest his head against the small of Trick's back, thigh turning beneath Trick's hand. “You always feel good."

"Mmm...” Trick's hand rubbed absently along his thigh.

Bast half-dozed, cheek pillowed against Trick's body, humming softly as the warm hand traveled, stroking and petting. He was almost fully asleep, woken only now and then by Trick's chuckles, when the square fingers moved beneath his robe to stroke against his newly bare skin. Trick's hand stuttered and returned, fingers wide and questing; they stuttered again when they found his half-hard cock and his bared balls.

"What?"

"'s my crotch, Sweets.” Bast grinned against Trick's skin, pleased with his lover's reaction. “I know you remember it. You saw it up and close and personal just last night."

Trick chuckled. “I know it's your crotch, Bast, but it wasn't naked last night.” Trick shifted and pushed him onto his back, hands sliding apart his robe. “Would you look at that..."

Bast shifted and stretched, legs sliding together smoothly, letting Trick look his fill. “You like?"

"Yeah, it's fucking hot.

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