On the ride home, Aaron pressed in without being told. Kyle’s hand settled firmly on Aaron’s thigh this time, fingers spreading, grounding him through every curve of the road. Not rushing. Not taking. Just reminding him exactly where he was.
When they pulled into the driveway, neither of them moved to get off right away.
Kyle cut the engine. The sudden quiet was deafening.
“You still with me?” Kyle asked softly.
Aaron nodded, forehead resting between Kyle’s shoulder blades. “Yes.”
Kyle reached back and squeezed his thigh once more—slow, deliberate. “Good boy.”
There was that phrase again. Good boy. Aaron’s heart jumpstarted.
“You ride well,” Kyle murmured near his ear. “Responsive. Sensitive.”
Aaron’s heart almost gave out.
Finally, Kyle swung off the bike in one smooth motion.
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