Page 103 of Not That Complicated

I shook my head.

“Stay there. I’m going to clean you up. Then I’m going to get you hard again. And then I’ll fuck you.”

I opened and shut my mouth a few times. “Sounds like a plan,” was the best I could come up with.

I was still grappling to get myself back together when Adam returned. I’d half-expected him to drop a cold washcloth on me to make me yelp, but instead, still gloriously naked, he sat on the side of the bed.

He leaned over me, planting a hand beside my head, and smiled down at me. He did that a lot.

I didn’t hate it.

“How are you doing?” he asked. He trailed his gaze down to my stomach, and must have seen the grimace again from the corner of his eye because his lips twitched with amusement. He flattened the warm wet cloth over my abs...well, my abdominal area...and wiped in soothing circles. “This I find intriguing by the way,” he said. “I had you pegged for a guy who likes to get dirty.”

“Oh, I do. I don’t like to lie around in it after.”

“Would you? If I asked you to?” He glanced up at me briefly, then back to the soothing circling of the washcloth.

“What?” I pushed up into the touch. It was nice. No one had rubbed my stomach since I had appendicitis when I was seven, and my mother said it was just a stomach ache and it would go away if I stopped complaining about it. Boy, was she wrong. It exploded. This was nicer. “Lie around in it? In...my...” I waved a hand.

“Come on, Ray. You’ve got to say it.”

“I can say it.”

“Then say it, sophisticated lover of mine.”

“In my semen.”

He gave a sharp crack of laughter. “Sexy.”

“Accurate.”

“And? Would you?”

“Why would you want me to?”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes. Of course I would.” I’d do anything at all he asked me to, sexually speaking. As long as it was super gay. I did have enough self-preservation not to tell him that, though.

“If I showed up with a tub of chocolate body paint?”

The hairs on my body prickled. “Gross. But yes.”

“Would you lie there pulling faces while I painted you?”

“I’d try not to.”

“What if I brought a bottle of honey?”

“For some reason sounds less gross than body paint? Don’t know why.”

“Hmm. What about coconut oil? What if I wanted to give you a full body massage and then slide around on you?”

Goosebumps rushed over me. What on earth...? “You are so much kinkier than I imagined,” I said. “Give it a try and find out, I suppose.”

“All right. Let’s pencil that in for next Tuesday. For now, back to the original question. How are you doing?”

He pulled the cloth away.

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