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"How long are you going to watch me sleep?" Matty suddenly mumbled.

"Until you wake up and open those beautiful copper eyes." Quaid grinned and laid his head down on the pillow next to Matty, just inches from his face.

Matty's left eye popped open followed slowly by his right. He lifted his head and blinked at the bright light shining through the windows. "What time is it?"

"A little after five."

Matty's eyes widened. "In the morning?"

"Yes." Quaid chuckled.

"Why would anyone be awake this early in the morning?"

"We're awake because this is a working ranch and we need to get up and work it." Quaid leaned in a grabbed a quick kiss from Matty before the man was awake enough to deny him, then swatted him lightly on the butt.

Matty groaned and buried his face in the pillow. Quaid chuckled and rolled to the side of the bed. "Come on, angel, breakfast should be waiting for us downstairs. We have just enough time to grab a quick shower."

"Don't wanna get up," Matty mumbled.

"Not a choice, angel." Quaid turned and reached back for Matty, lifting the man into his arms. Matty yelped, his arms flailing for a moment until they reached desperately for Quaid, wrapping around his neck.

"Warn a guy when you're going to do that."

"Fair warning, angel," Quaid said as he carried Matty into the bathroom. "I like holding you in my arms. I'm going to do it as often as I can."

Quaid set Matty down on his feet then leaned into to turn on the shower. Matt's eyes were huge when he turned back and started sliding his pajama bottoms down his legs. Quaid kicked them away then looked at Matty.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Matty eyes dropped down and Quaid knew he was looking at the hard cock that jutted out from his body. Quaid couldn't help how holding Matty made him feel or the responses of his body. The man was hot.

"Matthew?"

Matty's eyes darted up. "I told you I won't have sex with you."

"We're taking a shower, Matthew, not having sex," Quaid said as he waved toward the running water. He tried not to let his disappointment show. It wasn't easy but it did make his hard on start to soften.

"But you're… you're…" Matty pressed his lips together and gestured toward Quaid's cock.

"I'm hard, Matthew." Quaid wanted to scream in frustration. He could see the desire burning in Matty's eyes and couldn't figure out why he was fighting it so hard. "I can't control my body's response to you but I won't take anything from you that you're not willing to give me."

Quaid stepped into the large shower then glanced over his shoulder at Matty. He was concerned by the way the man was biting his lip and pressing his hands together. He tried to soften his voice when he spoke again, not wanting to scare Matty.

"I'm going to take a shower, angel. I'd like you to join me. And no matter how aroused I become, I will not touch you if you don't ask me to. You're safe here, Matthew, I promise."

His words said, Quaid stepped into the shower. He hoped Matty would join him but he promised himself he wouldn't be upset if he didn't. Quaid knew he had to give Matty time to get used to him. That was the only way Matty would become comfortable with him.

Quaid was just pouring a shampoo into the palm of his hand when Matty stepped into the shower. He tried to keep his eyes glued on Matty's face and not look down his naked body but it took every bit of control he had.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?"

"I… I guess," Matty whispered.

"Well, turn around and get your hair wet then."

Matty's movements were hesitant as he turned around and stuck his head under the shower spray. Quaid almost cried. Matty's shoulders were tense as if he expected Quaid to jump him at any moment. Quaid realized that Matty was nervous. Hell, the man was scared.

A wave of tenderness swept through Quaid as he started washing Matty's wet hair. Matty groaned and leaned into his touch, his head falling back on his shoulders. The man was so starved for the simplest of touches.

"Have you never had anyone wash your hair before, angel?" he asked quietly so he didn't break the euphoric bubble Matty seemed to be floating in at the moment.

"No," Matt groaned.

"I'll wash it for you every morning if you wish?"

Matty glanced over his shoulder. "You'd do that?"

"I would, if you want me to." Quaid quickly rinsed the soap off his hands then pushed Matty toward the water. "Time to rinse off."

While Matty rinsed off, Quiad grabbed the body wash and poured some on a clean washcloth. He rubbed the soft material together until he had a good lather going then started scrubbing his body.

"Can I do that?"

Quaid glanced over at Matty and found him looking at the washcloth. He held it up. "You want to wash up? There's another washcloth on the counter or you can use this one when I'm done."

Matty's face colored furiously. "No, can I wash you?"

Quaid swallowed hard and held the washcloth out to Matty. He barely kept his groan behind his teeth when Matty bit his lip and leaned toward him. The feeling of Matthew's hands on his chest, even if it was just for washing, was heaven. Quaid felt his cock take renewed interest and start to harden back up.

When Matty's hand started moving further down his chest to his abdomen, Quaid reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him. Matty's eyes snapped up to his, his eyebrows furrowing with worry.

"If you go any further, you need to know what you're going to find, Matthew."

Matty glanced down then swallowed.

"I told you, I can't control my body's response to you. You turn me on a lot, Matthew. I won't pretend otherwise. The feeling of your skin, your smell, even the way you talk, all of it arouses me. I've pretty much been like this since I met you and I don't see it going away anytime soon. As much as I want you, I have no doubt that I will feel pleasure if you touch me there."

"But you said you wouldn't—"

Quaid grimaced. "And I won't touch you until you ask me too. That does not mean that I won't enjoy feeling you touch me."

Matty chewed on his lower lip, a gesture that Quaid was coming to equate with the man thinking deeply. His knees nearly collapsed beneath him when Matty suddenly pressed his lips together and reached down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

"Holy—Matthew!" Quaid groaned. His head dropped back against the shower tile. The pleasure that raced through his body at Matty's simple touch was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Matty's hands continued to move over Quaid's body, touching and stroking. At some point, the washcloth dropped away and then all Quaid felt was Matty's fingers touching his skin. When Matty moved down past Quaid's hard cock, Quaid spread his legs. They started shaking when Matty gently massaged his balls until they drew up close to his body.

Quaid knew he was about to come. How could he not when the man of his dreams was touching him? "Matthew, angel, if you keep… keep doing that…" Quaid panted. "I'm going to come, angel."

Quaid groaned and humped his hips when Matty's hand tightened around his aching length. "Angel, please!"

"So come already," Matty whispered.