Slow Dreaming by Anne Barwell Read Free Book Online

T-shirt again, helping him pull it over his head. “You’re a good-looking guy, Sean.” A smile tugged at his lips. “Hot. Sexy.” One finger traced the outline of one of Sean’s nipples. Sean shivered.
    “Please,” he whispered, “don’t stop.”
    Jason grinned; he pushed his melancholy to one side, or at least what showed of it. He sucked on the finger he’d used to touch Sean, then caressed him with it again. “I wasn’t planning to, but you need to lose more than the T-shirt.”
    “I was planning to.” Sean matched Jason’s grin. This felt right, and whatever the reason why, he wasn’t about to argue with it. “You need to lose your shirt, then, and more than just the buttons.”
    Fair was fair. He helped Jason slip his shirt from his shoulders and lowered him back onto the pillow. Jason’s eyes drifted downward. “More than the T-shirt,” he repeated, cupping Sean’s buttocks through his jeans and squeezing.
    “Yeah.” Sean fumbled with his belt, but his zipper cooperated more easily. His shoes and socks followed to lie in a heap on the floor. He flushed. Jason licked his lips, a hungry expression in his eyes. “Lift your hips,” Sean ordered. If he was going to give Jason a show, then it was only fair that he get one in return.
    Jason followed the directions obediently, easing his jeans and boxers down slowly. Sean felt himself harden. He moaned. Jason was beautiful, fine red hair dusting his chest and his groin. Sean leaned down, wanting to touch, running his fingers through it.
    “How much can you see without your glasses?” Jason whispered. He arched his hips again, leaning into Sean’s touch. “I want to see you without them. Please.”
    There was something in the way Jason said that word. Sean wanted to hear it again. “I can see enough.” He would be able to see Jason, beyond that didn’t matter. But before then, he needed to find something. Reluctantly he slid off the bed.
    Jason propped himself up on one elbow, watching. “I hope the thought of having to look at me without them isn’t that scary,” he joked, his voice light.
    “Hell no.” Sean looked up from where he was searching through the top drawer of his bedside table, the words taking him by surprise. “I could watch you for hours, but I want to do more than just touch.” Fuck, where were they?
    “So do I.” Jason opened his arms. “Come back to bed, Sean. Whatever you’re looking for can wait.”
    “No, it can’t.” Success at last. Sean threw the packet of condoms and the lube on the bed. “I don’t take chances, Jason, and I wouldn’t expect you to, either.”
    Jason seemed surprised. “I’m clean, and we don’t need….” He shrugged and mumbled something under his breath. “Sorry, I didn’t think about this being… I haven’t had to….” He sighed. “I bet this wasn’t on the bloody file.”
    “Excuse me?” Sean took off his glasses, laying them carefully on the table. Some of the stuff that Jason came out with did not make sense at all.
    “Nothing.” Jason shrugged again. “I’m an idiot at times, and it shows. Just ignore me.” He turned around on the bed and shifted onto his stomach, his legs hanging over the side, so he and Sean were facing each other. “Shall we start again? Pick up where we left off?”
    “Yeah, I think so.” Sean sat on the bed, gesturing for Jason to move over so that they could lie down together. “I didn’t scare you off by getting that stuff out, did I?” He was moving too fast, that must be it. “I just…. It’s just that once I start touching you again, I don’t want to have to stop, for anything.” He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.
    “I don’t scare that easily.” Jason pulled Sean close and kissed him. “You have the most amazing eyes, has anyone ever told you that? Actually, don’t tell me, I’d like the illusion that I’m the only one who has.”
    “You are,” Sean assured him, returning the kiss. No one he’d been with