Page 74 of The Barn: Frost and Q

“I did. We need a bed in every room, don’t we?” He cupped Frost’s balls, cradled them. He loved the feel of them against his palm, under his touch. So heavy and fuzzy.

“We so do.” Frost hummed, and they swayed, but not in a dangerous way. Just jonesing on each other.

“We’re okay, you know that, right? You and me? We’re fine.” He thought that was important, to let Frost know he wasn’t mad. That he understood both the need Frost had to jump, and that he got how hard it was to be injured.

“I do. I count on it. Even when I’m an ass.” Frost took a kiss then, not too long or too deep, but just right considering the circumstances. And it did feel all right. It felt good to know the tension was easing from Frost’s muscles.

It felt even better when Frost lifted him, then turned and sat on the shower chair with him.

“If we fall…”

“We won’t, baby boy. Trust me.”

“Always.” He did. Maybe not the shower chair, but Frost? Yes.

“Good deal.” Frost kissed him again, breaking for air earlier than usual, but it was a damn good foray.

“Be careful, you. I don’t want you to hurt your lungs, fire boy.”

Frost arched an eyebrow. “Fire boy?”

“Fire…dude?”

Frost swatted him, making it sting. “Baby boy…”

“You know I’m the worst sub ever.” He rolled his eyes, but he did have to wiggle.

“No. You’re mine. My baby boy.” Frost soothed the little slap with a stroke or two, the water washing it away. “And I love you more than anything on Earth. Never forget it.”

“I never have.”

Even when he’d been at the bottom of the barrel, he’d known where he belonged.

At the Barn with his Frost.