Page 47 of Confession
“Are you actually volunteering to discuss something?”
“Don’t be a dick. You two made me nervous.”
I pause my work, sitting back a little. “She said you two watch movies together sometimes.”
“Yeah?”
“And cuddle.”
He huffs and looks embarrassed. “I wouldn’t call it that.”
“What would you call it?”
He sighs. “Sometimes I put my arm around her and she leans into me. It’s …” He shrugs.
“It’s what?”
“It’snice, okay?”
I frown.
“Vitali, I’m gay and she’s asexual.” He stalls. “You do know that, right? About Sasha? She’s not private about it, so you must know.”
“Yeah, kinda. It’s not something I really understand. I know she doesn’t care about dating.”
“Well, maybe you should do some research because it’s a little more complicated than that.”
“Or you could tell me.”
“I could tell you aboutSasha, but that’s just her, everyone’s different.”
“So tell me.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t.”
“She’sthe one who told me you guys cuddle.”
“Okay, true. It’s just that … sometimes people get lonely, Vitali. That’s really all there is to it.”
I nod, thinking, and start massaging him again. I know the conversation stressed him because his erection eased, so I don’t ask him anything more. I can read between the lines.
Sasha isn’t the only one who’s sometimes been lonely. Quinn has too.
Why didn’t I see him earlier? It’s so obvious to me now. I don’t understand.
I scoot down so I can massage his thighs. God, he has great legs. As I work on the heavy muscle, he grunts.
I look at his face as I keep massaging. “You upped your weight on something today.”
“Squats. Fuck.” His hands cover his face as I dig deep. When the muscle loosens, he sighs.
I glide my hands up the insides of his thighs until my thumbs reach his balls. His breathing deepens as I rub and roll them. I don’t touch his cock but instead run my hands up his sides with firm pressure. He arches into it with a sound of pleasure.
“Roll over.”
He’s pretty loose and nicely compliant as he turns onto his stomach, reaching under himself to adjust his hard cock.
I work on his back and shoulders, chasing knots. He’s okay with everything until I stroke down his arms. When I reach the burn scars, he tenses, so I skip over them and massage his hands instead.
