to make you feel good and let you know that I care about you.”
“You do? But you don’t want to….”
Harry straddled Tristan’s legs and began stroking his shoulders. “You know there are many ways of showing someone you care, and most of them do not involve sex of any kind.” He continued working his thumbs and fingers into Tristan’s muscles. “You care about someone when you help them and want to make them feel good. But sometimes the best way to care for someone is by what you don’t do.” Harry was as hard as a rock and so excited he could barely stand it, but he pushed thoughts of his dick to the back of his mind and focused on the golden-skinned beauty lying in front of him.
“I don’t understand,” Tristan said a little more slowly and with less hurt in his voice.
“I think you will,” Harry told him. He continued working his hands over Tristan’s shoulders, letting the words between them falter and stop. All that mattered was the conversation between Harry’s hands and Tristan’s shoulders. He could say so much more clearly what he truly meant that way than with all the words in the world.
Tristan unwound slowly, and as he did, Harry moved to his back. He got a little more oil and made long movements up and down Tristan’s golden back. He was beautiful, shimmering with the oil in the sunlight that came through the windows. Thankfully it was still early, and there was no need to rush. That was the last thing he wanted. What Tristan needed was time and someone to take that time to concentrate on him and make him feel special.
“Breathe slowly and easily,” Harry whispered. “Let the fear and worry just slip away. You’re safe here, and no one is going to hurt you or take advantage of you.” He stroked up and down Tristan’s back and side, moving his entire body as he did. Harry closed his eyes and joined with Tristan, letting his hands do the speaking and using them now as the point of deep connection.
“Harry,” Tristan whispered almost sleepily.
“That’s it. Can you feel what I’m trying to say?” Harry shifted down and lengthened his strokes to include Tristan’s butt and upper legs.
“I think so,” Tristan whispered.
“Good,” Harry said quietly and smiled briefly before continuing his massage. He slowly moved on the bed and shifted his hands, massaging up the entire length of Tristan’s legs with their light furring of gold. He loved the feel of Tristan’s skin and the shimmer of the oil. He would have to change the sheets when they were done, but he didn’t really care.
He massaged Tristan’s feet, one at a time, and then let him settle on the bed, slowing his movements and then finally lifting his hands away from Tristan. Harry was almost afraid to move. He didn’t want to break the spell he’d woven between them. Carefully, he settled next to Tristan and pulled a sheet over them. Lying on his side, he held Tristan and let him fall back to sleep. He mumbled something Harry couldn’t quite understand. Harry knew it couldn’t have been what his mind filled in between the snippets of recognizable words. Harry leaned forward and lightly kissed Tristan on the cheek. Then he got comfortable and closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to go back to sleep, he knew that, so he set his mind to thinking about what they were going to do to get rid of Eddie once and for all. He wanted him far enough away that he couldn’t bother Tristan any longer. The best way to do that was to take him down and get the slimeball behind bars.
But guys like Eddie didn’t go down easily. They went down with a fight.
“What are you doing?” Tristan whispered groggily.
“Just thinking. Go back to sleep.” Harry rubbed Tristan’s back and closed his eyes once again, trying to quiet his mind. He didn’t know how to bring down a guy like Eddie, but Bull and Spook might have some ideas. He needed the bastard gone, and so did Tristan.
L ATER THAT morning Harry dropped Tristan
“You do? But you don’t want to….”
Harry straddled Tristan’s legs and began stroking his shoulders. “You know there are many ways of showing someone you care, and most of them do not involve sex of any kind.” He continued working his thumbs and fingers into Tristan’s muscles. “You care about someone when you help them and want to make them feel good. But sometimes the best way to care for someone is by what you don’t do.” Harry was as hard as a rock and so excited he could barely stand it, but he pushed thoughts of his dick to the back of his mind and focused on the golden-skinned beauty lying in front of him.
“I don’t understand,” Tristan said a little more slowly and with less hurt in his voice.
“I think you will,” Harry told him. He continued working his hands over Tristan’s shoulders, letting the words between them falter and stop. All that mattered was the conversation between Harry’s hands and Tristan’s shoulders. He could say so much more clearly what he truly meant that way than with all the words in the world.
Tristan unwound slowly, and as he did, Harry moved to his back. He got a little more oil and made long movements up and down Tristan’s golden back. He was beautiful, shimmering with the oil in the sunlight that came through the windows. Thankfully it was still early, and there was no need to rush. That was the last thing he wanted. What Tristan needed was time and someone to take that time to concentrate on him and make him feel special.
“Breathe slowly and easily,” Harry whispered. “Let the fear and worry just slip away. You’re safe here, and no one is going to hurt you or take advantage of you.” He stroked up and down Tristan’s back and side, moving his entire body as he did. Harry closed his eyes and joined with Tristan, letting his hands do the speaking and using them now as the point of deep connection.
“Harry,” Tristan whispered almost sleepily.
“That’s it. Can you feel what I’m trying to say?” Harry shifted down and lengthened his strokes to include Tristan’s butt and upper legs.
“I think so,” Tristan whispered.
“Good,” Harry said quietly and smiled briefly before continuing his massage. He slowly moved on the bed and shifted his hands, massaging up the entire length of Tristan’s legs with their light furring of gold. He loved the feel of Tristan’s skin and the shimmer of the oil. He would have to change the sheets when they were done, but he didn’t really care.
He massaged Tristan’s feet, one at a time, and then let him settle on the bed, slowing his movements and then finally lifting his hands away from Tristan. Harry was almost afraid to move. He didn’t want to break the spell he’d woven between them. Carefully, he settled next to Tristan and pulled a sheet over them. Lying on his side, he held Tristan and let him fall back to sleep. He mumbled something Harry couldn’t quite understand. Harry knew it couldn’t have been what his mind filled in between the snippets of recognizable words. Harry leaned forward and lightly kissed Tristan on the cheek. Then he got comfortable and closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to go back to sleep, he knew that, so he set his mind to thinking about what they were going to do to get rid of Eddie once and for all. He wanted him far enough away that he couldn’t bother Tristan any longer. The best way to do that was to take him down and get the slimeball behind bars.
But guys like Eddie didn’t go down easily. They went down with a fight.
“What are you doing?” Tristan whispered groggily.
“Just thinking. Go back to sleep.” Harry rubbed Tristan’s back and closed his eyes once again, trying to quiet his mind. He didn’t know how to bring down a guy like Eddie, but Bull and Spook might have some ideas. He needed the bastard gone, and so did Tristan.
L ATER THAT morning Harry dropped Tristan
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