Page 52 of Close Quarters

“Yeah, and occasionally, I get to have a nice grump session about it. That seems fair. You shouldn’t get to have all the grump sessions.”

“Turn around and lean over,” he said in a tired voice.

“Yes, sir,” I said mockingly as he opened the bottle. There was a wet sound when the sunblock hit my hot skin, and despite being in a cramped storage shed, it was still cool enough in comparison to get a surprised yelp out of me. “Hey!”

“There, there,” he cooed in a mockingly kind voice. “I’m so sorry.”

“You are not, jerk,” I muttered as he spread the stuff over my shoulders and down my back.

To his credit, his touch was neither sexual nor sensual. He was just being slow and careful to work the lotion into my skin with probably a thicker layer than needed. That didn’t change the fact that my body was hyper-aware of the fact that someone I not only considered incredibly sexually attractive but knew found me sexually attractive, was touching me. Just the feel of his fingertips on my skin, lightly massaging protesting muscles and working their way lower, was bringing those dirty thoughts from earlier back.

“Gonna do my front too?” I asked, clearing my throat roughly. “Since you don’t even trust me to do my shoulders.”

“You asked for this, remember?”

“Actually, Dom made you do it because he’s a big baby.”

“Or because he’s afraid you’d make it awkward, which is fair. Now stand up, and I’ll do the front.”

“Promise?” I asked as I stood up to face him.

Despite the sun's brightness, the pupils of his eyes were swollen as he applied lotion to his hands. “See? You couldn’t help yourself?”

“Everyone is somewhere else on the ranch right now,” I reminded him, still keeping my voice low. “So if I want to flirt with you, I will. It’s nice to be able to do it somewhere other than the cabin.”

“You call that flirting?” he asked with a snort. “I’ve heard better.”

Funnily enough, my pointing out that we were alone and isolated affected me. However, from the way his fingers kept lingering as they applied lotion to my front and arms, I guessed he was having his own thoughts. I might even be willing to bet that if I reached down and did a little searching, I would find that a part of him was starting to wake up. Neither of us was a teenager anymore, but from what I’d witnessed, it didn’t take much to get him at least half hard.

“God, high school must have been horrible for you,” I said suddenly.

His fingers stopped, and he looked up at me quizzically. “I mean, all the fighting and shit grades before dropping out wasn’t great, no…where the fuck did that come from?”

“Random boners.”

“Random…ugh, why were you thinking about random boners?”

“Well, I mean, I’m going to be twenty-six in a few months, and you’re like…uh, how old are you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Nice, love me a daddy.”

“Jesus fucking?—”

“Anyway. I still kinda get random boners, but nothing like when I was a teenager, which, you know, expected.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, resuming his lotion application. This time with less care and more with the air of someone just trying to get through the task.

“And I was thinking about how big you are?—”

“Of course, you were thinking about my dick.”

“Damn right, it’s a damn good dick, and you know how to make me forget how to speak with it, so it’s hard not to think about…and makes me hard thinking about it,” I said with a glance at where my pants were starting to get a little tight. “Anyway. I don’t know when your dick started growing, but with a dick like yours, that had to be hell to hide whenever the random boners struck.”

“I’m not sure how I should respond to that,” he said as he reached my stomach.

“You could tell me you’re happy I’m thinking about your really nice dick, and then tell me the truth.”

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