Page 31 of Hold Me Down

Travis rolled his eyes. "Let's call it our oil, problem solved."

Dave hummed and tilted his head back as Travis rubbed the underside of his thigh, and,fuck, all of Travis's efforts todistract himself went to hell. His cock twitched, growing harder, and he could only hope Dave wouldn't care to look.

Travis didn't have the same luxury, though—Dave's cock was right there, nearly brushing against one of Travis's hands, and while it wasn't hard, it didn't have to be to make an impression.

Mouthwateringwasn't a hyperbole in the slightest.

"Fuuck," Dave let out through his teeth, and Travis faltered in his movements as the images of different circumstances for the closeness and those sounds flashed through his mind.

But it was only a stubborn knot of muscles—one Travis had gone back to again and again, and now stayed focused on as he'd already dealt with all the other tougher spots.

"Come on," he muttered quietly to the muscles in question, rubbing the skin that was now red and very warm. "Come on, let go already."

Dave inhaled sharply, and Travis glanced up right away, worried about hurting him, but instead he clocked the flushed expression and the heat in Dave's eyes.

Only then did Travis realize what he was saying—and what it usually meant, in those different, far better circumstances.

Dropping his gaze again didn't help, either, because he was now faced with Dave's growing bulge.

Oops.

So much for the platonic massage.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The heat had been simmering inside Dave from the very moment Travis had put his hands on Dave's thigh, so close to his groin, but it was only there in the background since Travis was really working those muscles—while it wasn't painful, it wasn't all pleasure, either.

At least until Travis had whispered those words and something flipped immediately in Dave's head.

He was ready for a different kind of rubbing and petting now.

It was gratifying to see Travis's cock interested as well, but Travis wasn't the one dealing with an injury, which meant…

Dave didn't know what it meant, other than what he'd already known—he was so gone for this man that it was ridiculous.

Not to mention dangerous, like the smile Travis was offering him now.

"I'm all for a massage with a happy ending, but if you don't wanna, that's fine, too."

"It's my leg that's broken, not my dick," Dave tossed back, but when Travis leaned in for a kiss, he melted back against the mattress, surrendering. "You can check for yourself, if you want."

Travis chuckled against his lips. "Generous of you."

"I know, right?"

Dave started to pull his hands out from under his head, but Travis stopped him.

"No, leave them there." He dropped a kiss on Dave's jaw, then another one. "I thought I might ride you like this, if you promise not to move."

Fuck.

"Yeah." Already out of breath, Dave didn't think he was going to last very long, but he was definitely going to try. "Yeah, whatever you want."

"Good."

Travis bit his neck right over the collarbone before sucking on it, gently at first, then harder.

"Oops," he whispered as he pulled back, with no real regret in his voice. "I think that's going to stay for a bit."

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