On your mark…get set…
Blaze smiled. “Ready to eat?”
“Not quite.” Arik took a sip to seal the toast, and set the glass down yet again. He waited for Blaze to sample the wine as well, then followed suit with Blaze’s glass. Arik rose, dropped down into the couch beside Blaze and with a circling of arms and a tug, he pulled Blaze onto his lap.
Arik levelled their gazes. “Your turn.”9
Blaze
Blaze settled with his legs spread to either side of Arik’s. The pajama pants’ fabric was soft against Blaze’s bare skin, and Arik’s hoodie was delicious to squeeze; plush cushion over the hard body beneath it.