A Cowboy in Ravenna by Jan Irving

pink on his chest. Blood.
    The bathroom door burst open. Chace was surprised Trin had waited as long as he had. He stared at Trin through the shower glass, waiting. Trin cracked it open and spray hit the flokati bathroom rug.
    “Chace, I need to examine you.” Trin’s voice was gentle, the healer.
    Recognising what category he’d be slotted into, someone for Trin to take care of again, Chace spun away. “I’m fine. ”
    Trin’s smoke-grey eyes were heavy as cumulus clouds. “You’re not fine. Your neck is bleeding.”
    “You bit me.”
    Trin dropped his gaze.
    “You bit me and I loved it.” Chace looked away. “But that doesn’t matter now, does it? Now you’re going to give me some bullshit that you need to take care of me.”
    Trin’s big muscled body crowded the shower. “I’ll always need to take care of you,” he said. “Now more than ever. I’m…sorry.”
    Chace’s eyes stung, resentment boiling in his gut. “I’m sure you are.”
    Trin’s hands were tentative on Chace’s shoulders. He gasped at the touch, even though he was expecting it. Trin bent close to him, sniffed at the scab on his neck. His hands tightened. “I’m an asshole.”
    “Yes.”
    “Soap?”
    Chace handed him the bar and Trin opened the wrapping. The scent of sandalwood lit the air like fire. Chace’s body relaxed. Soap, slick nude man against man. Trin.
    “Let me take care of you. I know you’re angry, disgusted, but I won’t hurt you.”
    Chace smacked Trin in the chest so he hit the glass wall. “Let’s be clear. I loved last night.” He looked away. “It’s you who has a problem with it.”
    He heard Trin swallow. “You can’t have loved it.”
    “Don’t you fucking tell me how I feel!”
    After a long pause, Trin ran the soap over Chace’s tense shoulder. “All right, I won’t.”
    Chace’s gaze lifted. He stared at Trin, saw the absorption in his eyes as he stroked the bar over Chace’s chest. The soap was slick and hard. Chace’s breathing picked up. Helplessly, his cock stiffened.
    “Chace, you shouldn’t want me.”
    “That’s bogus.”
    “After what you saw last night—”
    “About that.” Chace raised a brow, trying to be cool and no-big-deal while his body kindled under Trin’s touch. The soap slid down his hips now, back and forth. His cock twitched, as if asking to be petted.
    Trin gusted out a sigh. “All right, I’ll tell you about me. You’ll need to know now.”
    “Very gracious of you.” But his voice sounded more breathless than sarcastic.
    Trin hesitated and then started washing Chace’s sex.
    “Oh, fuck me…” Chace moaned. He gripped Trin’s wrist, holding him there, just where he was needed.
    “You shouldn’t let me do this.”
    “I’m a very dirty boy with a vivid imagination,” Chace said. “You better spend extra time down there.”
    Trin shot him an amused look as he knelt, lifted Chace’s leg and then the soap bar was between his legs, gliding over Chace’s balls and up into his crack.
    Chace’s head fell back. He humped Trin’s hand, getting the delicious friction he needed. “Gonna come!”
    The soap dropped, followed by Trin’s mouth on Chace’s needy prick.
    “Ahhhh!” Chace shot, looking down at the gut-twisting view of Trin, all man, rough and muscular, with Chace’s come on his face, licking it from his lips.
    “Taste,” Trin said, getting growly again.
    “Oh yeah, taste me.” Even though he was sensitive after releasing, he tugged Trin’s wet silken hair as Trin licked Chace, cleaning his cock.
    Trin pulled back and cupped Chace’s sex, squeezing gently, as if he liked to enjoy the weight in his hand.
    Chace pushed deeper into Trin’s grip. “Feel that?”
    Trin closed his eyes tightly, water sticking his hair to his skull like a helmet. He looked brutal, like an ancient gladiator. “Need…” He got to his feet, crowding Chace against the tiles, right under the spray. He rocked his hips against Chace, his erection prodding