by Saloni Quinby
Erotic M/M Science Fiction Romance
Lucien had noticed the scars on his back when they’d been swimming. He’d wanted to ask about them, but in his profession he’d learned to mind his own business.
“Is there anything I can do?” Lucien asked instead.
Ross raised an eyebrow and said, “Yes, actually. How are you at massage? Even a couple of minutes would help a lot.”
“I’ll be glad to try, though I’m not a professional.”
“That’s fine. Right now I’ll take anything. If I don’t do something, the rest of the afternoon sitting behind a desk will be hell.” Ross flopped onto his stomach on the side of the bed nearest Lucien. He hadn’t bothered to dress and Lucien wondered how he could endure touching him without getting aroused. Was it possible that Ross was trying to turn him on?
Drawing a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Lucien approached. He placed his hands on the center of Ross’s back. Several scars roughened the flesh. The muscles beneath were hard.
“Here?” Lucien asked, managing to keep his voice steady.
Oh damn. He gently pressed Ross’s lower back.
Lucien swallowed and applied more pressure. After a few moments, Ross’s muscles relaxed and he groaned softly. Lucien’s hand strayed to the top of his buttocks.