Page 34 of The Barn: Frost and Q
“Oh, I’m not that little.” Q started fellating a carrot, and it should have been disgusting, but it wasn’t. Not completely.
“But you do like to watch.”
Q tried to stick his tongue out, but it just didn’t work. Not with the carrot.
He settled with his plate. “What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen out on your cameras?”
Q opened his lips and closed them, then his cheeks went bright red.
“Oh. Oh, this is a good one. You have to tell me now…”
“Do I?” Quentin snorted. “Maybe not.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Well, there was that time you and Boone decided to skinny dip in the hot tub.”
Frost felt his own cheeks heat. “I was pretty drunk and feeling very alone. He was humoring me.”
“Oh, Boone loves to get naked, and you know it.”
He had to grin. “True. Any chance to show off.”
“Yep.” Q shook his head. “Let’s see. There was that Dom who got drunk and tried to wrestle the porcupine that fell on him.”
“That was a disaster, and not likely to make you blush that way.” Frost nibbled a potato.
“You promise not to repeat this, right?”
“Of course. You have my word. I would never betray your confidence.” Frost would bite off his own tongue first.
“I saw Tug and Boone…getting it on. Like whoa.”
“No shit?”
“Not even a little.” Quentin nibbled a little bit of roast, then grabbed a bit of bread to sop up some gravy. “I mean… Okay, I tease about the ew, but they were damn hot together and, like, totally unexpected.”
“Yeah. I mean, who was bottoming?” Frost was dead curious.
“I think they were kind of…fighting that out. And I stopped watching almost right away.”
“Almost, huh?” If Q’s cheeks got any redder, he was going to go up in flames.
“Well, sure. I mean, I have seen Boone naked dozens of times, but Tug? No.”
“He’s got some damn fine scars.”
Q shot him a look. “He does.”
“Hot tub again. Not naked, but in trunks.”
“Right.” Quentin chuckled. “I forget how much more time you spend with them in the wild. They come to me most of the time.”
“Yeah. Clothed,” he teased. “I get to see them wandering around starkers since we all live on the same floor. Carson has an eight-pack, baby. Have you seen?”
“Yeah.” Q wrinkled his nose. “He came to the pool when I was doing therapy. He’s a bit bulky for me. I like more of a swimmer’s build.” Q licked his lips, giving Frost a once-over that made his cock perk right up.
He grabbed a piece of bread of his own and buttered it to slow things down. They were burning, but he was hungry and tired, and Q was so pleased about his bed and all. They could take a while to get to any kind of reindeer games, so to speak.
