Chapter 2: Day 18On set, Jason stepped into Will’s study. He shut the door with a measured tug, with Stephen’s emotions quivering on a string; his naval-coated shoulders occupied all available space, and a camera ducked out of the way. Rain pattered and scurried on the windowpane, sharing happy announcement of the arrival of steps. Colby couldn’t not look at those big hands, at those brown ruffled-velvet eyes, at Jason’s mouth.
Those hands had been on him. That mouth had been on him. Tasting him. Jason had been everywhere—around him, inside him, atop him, filling him up, letting him fly—
They’d had very belated dinner. They’d slept, himself secure in Jason’s arms. They’d awakened together. In fact, Jason had gently awakened him; Colby couldn’t recall having slept so soundly in…far too lo
