"Did you ..." Steve's voice hung in the air as if he wasn't sure if he should finish the question. Curiosity prevailed, however, "did you have fantasies ... about me?"
Did he have fantasies? Oh yes! His head was full of thoughts about him, as if there was nothing and no one else in the world but Steve.
"I had," admitted Martin and began to lick him.
"Did you ... masturbate while thinking of me?"
The mechanic felt a sudden rush of shame. He stopped flushing, glad Paxton couldn't see his face and eyes.
"Don't ask," he asked softly. "What was I supposed to do when you were not with me?"
Steve's hand landed gently on Martin's head. This large, strong, imperious hand was, however, pleasantly warm and ... protective.
"Sorry." Paxton lowered his voice too. "What would you say if I was with you more often?"
