Nate smiled when his lover walked into their bedroom and stretched out on the king sized bed with a tired groan.
"Rough day, honey?" he gently teased.
"Being honest is exhausting," Eliot drawled. His deep voice was muffled by the pillow he had buried his face in.
Nate chuckled. "Want a massage?"
Eliot raised his head and flipped back his long hair. "I'd kill for one."
"No need to go that far."
Eliot laughed, which then turned into a moan of pleasure as Nate straddled his jean clad legs and began to knead the tight knots from his broad shoulders.