Even though he was hot, sweaty, and tired, Colin knew the first order of business was to show Martin around their bedroom. He didn’t want his husband crashing into something accidentally if he needed to get up for the loo or something. Looking around the small space Colin knew it wouldn’t take his man long to get the lay of the land, so to speak.
“How do you expect me to concentrate on learning my surroundings when you keep feeling me up?” Martin protested a few minutes later.
“It’s your fault…you shouldn’t have such a beautiful arse.” Colin pinched said arse, making Martin jump.
Martin shook his head. “It’s not beautiful.”
Colin sighed, they’d had this discussion so often, he wasn’t going to waste time having it again. Martin had a huge inferiority complex about his body, though Coli
