Page 94 of Hidden Desires
“Easy there, tiger. This is supposed to be a relaxing experience. We need to give your body time to heal.”
“My body has never been so strong,” Blade countered. “Just look at these ripped muscles.”
Blade flexed his bicep, causing his arm muscle to swell slightly. He wasn’t as ripped as the other guys in the crew, but in Ace’s eyes, he was the perfect specimen of hot, manly confidence, balanced with sweet and comical relief.
Ace squeezed his bicep and dropped his jaw in mock amazement.
“Jesus, I’ve never seen a muscle so big and tight. I’m feeling all lightheaded. I fear I might faint at any minute.” He placed the back of his hand against his forehead, mimicking those helpless damsels in all of those cheesy, old-fashioned romance novels—the ones where the women fainted at the sight of blood or a half-naked man.
Blade chuckled. “You’re an ass.”
Ace tugged Blade’s jeans down, loving the way his hard dick bounced as it was set free of his boxers.
“Oops,” Blade noted, shrugging his shoulders as if it were no big deal that his dick almost knocked Ace unconscious. “Guess he saw something that he liked.”
Ace pulled off his own shirt and tossed it onto the floor next to Blade’s. “Guess it’s time for me to teach that little guy some manners.”
He pulled off his jeans and underwear and pushed Blade toward the tub.
“In and scooch forward. You’re taking a seat between my legs,” Ace instructed as he grabbed a loofah and slid into the tub behind Blade’s body.
Once they were both in, Ace turned off the water as Blade leaned back against his chest.
Feeling the warmth and solid frame of Blade’s body pressed up against his, Ace’s body had no control. All of his blood rushed right to his cock, and within seconds, he was pressing his dick into the small of Blade’s back.
“Hmm, sounds like something else needs to be taught some manners. I don’t recall being asked if I wanted a boner massaging my back.”
Ace chuckled.
“Sorry, you’re right. Blade, oh sexy and wise one, would you be alright if my boner dry-humped your back?”
“Not sure how dry it will be in the tub, but feel free to leave cum stains between my blades if you want.”
“You have the true heart of a poet, stud,” Ace responded.
Blade turned his head to the side and gave him a smirk.
“Only for you, my horny little minx.”
Placing one arm across Blade’s chest, Ace scooped up some bubbles with the loofah and began washing Blade’s chest. He placed his cheek against the side of Blade’s and let the feeling of romance slide over him.
This, right here, was what Ace had always craved. Holding the man he loved, while listening to the steady purr of the beast’s happiness.
A moan eventually escaped Blade’s lips. Ace couldn’t help but fall in love with the man even more.
“I’m sorry that your father tried to kill you,” Ace whispered.
He had wanted to speak to Blade earlier about what happened, but didn’t want to interfere with his recovery. He wasn’t exactly sure how deep Blade’s hatred for his father went, so he figured it was best if he waited a bit to broach the subject.
Blade’s body stiffened between his legs.
“Umm, thanks? Yeah, the man has been a bastard ever since he found out I was gay. But to be honest, I never thought he would try to kill me. That one came as a surprise to me.”
Ace continued to wash Blade’s arms and stomach, being careful once again around his healing wounds.
“I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. I know my mother and Marcus’s father are no saints. They were never concerned with being parents and basically abandoned us the first chance they got. But neglect and wanting to kill your offspring are two very different things.”
“You got that one right.” Blade went silent as he stared off into space.
