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dissolved under Quinn's determined probing. He couldn't help groaning at how good it felt. The thought of those hands stroking other parts of his body popped into his head, and his half-hard cock sprang to full attention. He was going to have to stay on his stomach for a while, unless he wanted to embarrass them both.
Finally Quinn stopped his massage. He didn't lift his hands from Josh's back, though. "Is that better?"
"Much. You have great hands." And I wish you'd put them all over me. Josh wisely refrained from saying that out loud. He didn't want to scare Quinn off. He peered up to catch Quinn's reaction to his statement.
The big man was blushing. "Thanks." He slowly took his hands from Josh's back, like he was reluctant to stop touching.
Josh chose to take that as a good sign. He grinned and laid his head down on his arms. This was turning out to be a great day.
* * * *
They lounged on the beach for a couple of hours. For a while they made small talk, but then Quinn dozed off and Josh opened his book. Josh had never been crazy about silence, but with Quinn he didn't mind. Sitting together was comfortable.
He stole occasional glances at the man next to him, admiring. At first he focused on Quinn's body. It was hard not to--the man was huge. And hot. The more he watched, though, the more Josh noticed other things, like Quinn's long, dark eyelashes and the way his hair tried to curl despite its short length.
When Josh found himself wanting to run his fingers through Quinn's hair to test its softness, he decided he'd better focus on his book. The story kept him entertained for short bursts, but his gaze continued to stray back to Quinn. The last time he caught himself staring, he noticed Quinn's skin had acquired the faintest tinge of pink, despite the sunscreen. They shouldn't spend too much longer in the sun.
"Quinn." He ran his fingertips over Quinn's shoulder gently. "Time to wake up."
Sleepy blue eyes blinked at him. "Did I fall asleep?" Quinn lifted his head, more alert and clearly embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
Josh grinned. "No problem. I have that effect on people."
"It wasn't you--"
"I know. I'm kidding." Josh sat up and stretched. "You're starting to get pink, though. I'm about ready to go back to the hotel. What about you?"
Quinn sat up as well. "Sure, I guess." He sounded disappointed.
Josh hoped it was because the day was almost over. If so, he had the perfect cure. "Want to get dinner? We could hit the hotel restaurant when we get back. Well, after we shower and put on some real clothes." Under his book, he crossed his fingers.
Quinn's face lit up. "That sounds great."
"Good. We should have time to catch the shuttle, if we hurry." Josh hopped out of his chair, energized. Everything was going perfectly. If he could just manage to avoid the screw-ups of the previous days, anyway...
Chapter 10
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Quinn hummed under his breath as he stepped out of the shower. He dried off and rubbed at the fogged mirror with his towel. The man who stared back at him from the misty glass didn't look like him. This man was smiling, happy, at ease with the world and his place in it. Quinn didn't know who the guy in the mirror was, but he liked him. Who knew taking a few tiny risks and spending a day having fun could make such a difference?
The day really had been fun. He'd never been on a waterslide before, but the experience had been thrilling--especially the one in which he and Josh had shared a raft. Having Josh close to him like that had been well worth any nerves and discomfort involved.
He closed his eyes and remembered putting sunscreen on Josh's back at the beach. His mind conjured up the image of Josh's skin, warm from the sun and silky-smooth. He couldn't help but enjoy touching Josh, and from the other man's reaction he'd liked it as well. He hadn't tensed up, and when Quinn had given him a massage he'd groaned. Then again, a lot of people probably groaned when they were getting massages. Quinn needed
Finally Quinn stopped his massage. He didn't lift his hands from Josh's back, though. "Is that better?"
"Much. You have great hands." And I wish you'd put them all over me. Josh wisely refrained from saying that out loud. He didn't want to scare Quinn off. He peered up to catch Quinn's reaction to his statement.
The big man was blushing. "Thanks." He slowly took his hands from Josh's back, like he was reluctant to stop touching.
Josh chose to take that as a good sign. He grinned and laid his head down on his arms. This was turning out to be a great day.
* * * *
They lounged on the beach for a couple of hours. For a while they made small talk, but then Quinn dozed off and Josh opened his book. Josh had never been crazy about silence, but with Quinn he didn't mind. Sitting together was comfortable.
He stole occasional glances at the man next to him, admiring. At first he focused on Quinn's body. It was hard not to--the man was huge. And hot. The more he watched, though, the more Josh noticed other things, like Quinn's long, dark eyelashes and the way his hair tried to curl despite its short length.
When Josh found himself wanting to run his fingers through Quinn's hair to test its softness, he decided he'd better focus on his book. The story kept him entertained for short bursts, but his gaze continued to stray back to Quinn. The last time he caught himself staring, he noticed Quinn's skin had acquired the faintest tinge of pink, despite the sunscreen. They shouldn't spend too much longer in the sun.
"Quinn." He ran his fingertips over Quinn's shoulder gently. "Time to wake up."
Sleepy blue eyes blinked at him. "Did I fall asleep?" Quinn lifted his head, more alert and clearly embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
Josh grinned. "No problem. I have that effect on people."
"It wasn't you--"
"I know. I'm kidding." Josh sat up and stretched. "You're starting to get pink, though. I'm about ready to go back to the hotel. What about you?"
Quinn sat up as well. "Sure, I guess." He sounded disappointed.
Josh hoped it was because the day was almost over. If so, he had the perfect cure. "Want to get dinner? We could hit the hotel restaurant when we get back. Well, after we shower and put on some real clothes." Under his book, he crossed his fingers.
Quinn's face lit up. "That sounds great."
"Good. We should have time to catch the shuttle, if we hurry." Josh hopped out of his chair, energized. Everything was going perfectly. If he could just manage to avoid the screw-ups of the previous days, anyway...
Chapter 10
----
Quinn hummed under his breath as he stepped out of the shower. He dried off and rubbed at the fogged mirror with his towel. The man who stared back at him from the misty glass didn't look like him. This man was smiling, happy, at ease with the world and his place in it. Quinn didn't know who the guy in the mirror was, but he liked him. Who knew taking a few tiny risks and spending a day having fun could make such a difference?
The day really had been fun. He'd never been on a waterslide before, but the experience had been thrilling--especially the one in which he and Josh had shared a raft. Having Josh close to him like that had been well worth any nerves and discomfort involved.
He closed his eyes and remembered putting sunscreen on Josh's back at the beach. His mind conjured up the image of Josh's skin, warm from the sun and silky-smooth. He couldn't help but enjoy touching Josh, and from the other man's reaction he'd liked it as well. He hadn't tensed up, and when Quinn had given him a massage he'd groaned. Then again, a lot of people probably groaned when they were getting massages. Quinn needed
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