Page 36 of Sin Deep
“That’s nice isn’t it? People don’t take care of their hands enough, especially not people who work with them every day like you do.” Winter took his time, getting into every nook and cranny of his hand.
He didn’t know what to say. He just sat there with his teeth in his mouth and let the sensations pour over him. He felt hypnotized.
Neither of them said anything for a long while. Winter massaged that hand until it was relaxed and loose and then put that one down and did the same thing to the other one. The quiet wasn’t even weird. Winter was very focused and seemed completely happy.
The second hand was less shocking, but he found himself melted and breathing with Winter like it was natural.
“I’m going to clean up your nails, if that’s all right with you.” Winter’s voice was soft and sort of floated to him.
“Uh-huh.” He’d washed them, but it didn’t matter. He was happy.
Winter laid out a wide cloth, then got out a clipper and a file to trim and shape his nails. “If you could have any job you wanted tomorrow, what do you think it would it be?”
Oh god, he hated this question. So many people had asked—his parents, teachers, friends—and he didn’t have an answer. Maybe he was just stupid and lacking ambition. “Please don’t be disappointed, but I don’t know.”
“Why would I be disappointed? You’re young. You don’t have to know. I was just curious.” Winter caught his eye. “I’m sorry if that is a hard subject. I didn’t mean to cause you any stress.”
“It’s just—everybody asks, and I never remember wanting to be a fireman or a cowboy or an astronaut or anything like that. Nothing I love to do is a job.”
“So, a better question then. What do you love to do?” Winter switched hands again.
“Read. Listen to music. Explore. Watch movies.” Nothing that was a job. At all.
“Reading can be a job. It’s a great deal of my job, for instance. Also proofreading and things of that nature. Exploring could be a job too. You could lead tours in the city or a museum. The others are more challenging, but you never know what we could come up with if we thought hard enough.” Winter winked at him.
He blinked. That was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to him. “I—thanks. Thank you. That’s good to hear.”
“Do you play any instruments? Guitar, piano?”
“Yes, sir. I play piano. Took lessons since I was four. Momma insisted so I could play at the church.” He enjoyed it a lot, and he was passing fair at it.
“You do?” Winter’s eyes lit up. “Did you see the little upright in the corner in the living room? I bet you didn’t, since it has books stacked on it.”
“No.” He started to chuckle. “I haven’t really explored much more than you…”
Winter’s smile was warm. “Mm. I don’t think I’ll apologize for monopolizing your time.”
“No. No, I don’t think I want you to.” That would be a lie, anyway. This new thing—the buzz between them—was fiery and inescapable.
Winter put his hands down. “There. How do they feel?”
He held them up, opening and closing his fingers. “Amazing. I swear, they feel so good it almost hurts.”
“Hopefully not quite.” Winter put everything back into a little zippered bag and closed it. “They look much better. Don’t worry, I left them sufficiently manly for you.”
“You’re amazing.” He reached for Winter, sliding his fingers over Winter’s chest. “How do they feel?”
“They feel…warm. Caring.” Winter leaned closer, asking him for a kiss. “Affectionate.”
“Affectionate is not strong enough. I’ll have to try harder.” He stroked around one nipple, knowing how good it felt.
“Mmm. Sensual. Bordering on erotic.” Winter nipped at his bottom lip.
“Better. Much better.” This time he took that little nipple and tugged gently.
Winter moaned for him, one hand sliding up his thigh. “Naughty boy.”
“I know how hot that is.” Harley knew how sensitive his nipples were.
