Ajay was already in bed, propped on pillows, and feeling as if things were not quite real. The nightlight by the bedside cast shadows and made the bed seem a stage, waiting for the next act of a play; a play that Ajay didn't have the script for.
Devon was only wearing a soft pair cotton shorts. Plaid and loose slung, they barely clung to him. Back turned to Ajay, he was showing a long expanse of waist and that tantalizing spot just before the gentle flare of rounded hips. Slim fingers pulled his braid loose and then he placed his earrings and jewelry into a bowl on the dresser, with small tinkling sounds.
Devon was talking about something mundane. Ajay felt that he should be listening, but his entire attention was on handsome legs, the gentle roll of shoulders and muscles as Devon moved, and the almost panicked realization that he was a virgin when it came to a relationship. With the white hot passion of first time sex over, and the days ready to stretch out before them both, as a couple, Ajay was afraid that he wouldn't be enough. His dogged attention to his work, and his lack of tact and attention, where it had concerned earlier, disastrous, relationships, made failure very likely.
Devon pulled a motorcycle magazine from the dresser and padded over to the bed with it. Climbing on top of the bed, he stretched himself over Ajay's lap and began reading, golden hair spread over his back and his attitude comfortable.
The rise of hips in shorts that had slipped even lower, was too much a temptation to ignore. Ajay cautiously moved a big hand to them. When Devon sighed in pleasure, he was emboldened to cup a handful of ass cheek and squeeze. His rise, under Devon's warm body, must have been obvious to the man. Devon smiled a little, tucked strands of hair behind one ear, but kept reading.
Sex didn't seem to be expected. Ajay smoothed his hands over a body that enjoyed every rough handed caress, but this seemed more about simple human contact, simply being together. Devon talked about work, talked about motorcycles, and didn't seem to mind when, after awhile, Ajay snagged his notebook from the side table and used Devon's back as a place to open it up. His hands still touched and Devon was a warm, accepting, presence.
A couple, Ajay thought, when they finally grew tired enough to put things away and turn out the light. He spooned against Devon and Devon pressed Ajay's big arms to him, even as he drifted off to sleep. The man didn't expect entertainment, or Ajay's undivided attention, Ajay realized. It was enough to simply be together, to relax and talk of nothing.
Ajay kissed the top of Devon's head, thankful in so many ways for the man with him and the case that had brought two such unlikely people together.
End
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