“Let me clean you up.” Kristian leaves long enough to get a damp cloth, then cleans Carl’s stomach and chest before getting into the bed beside him and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“Did you like it?” Kristian asks.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“I’ve got a lot more that I could teach you, so much more, if you think you’re ready?” Kristian asks.
“I’d like to learn some stuff, if you want to teach me,” Carl says softly.
“Call me an old fool, but a kid brave enough to go into the Cherry Bomb on basically a dare? Well, you have the kind of balls needed to learn about my world,” Kristian says, reaching out to stroke Carl’s blond hair.
“I’ll have to thank my frat brothers for pulling this joke on me.” Carl grins.
“Never thought I’d be tying up a frat boy in my bed. I guess I shouldn’t judge a
