Alias didn't speak much. He couldn't. His mind was racing to process the 'heat' Theo had mentioned. He realized that all those nights of kissing had been leading here. The 'sentence' that had felt cut off was finally being finished.
"Theo, my… my chest," Alias whispered, his toes curling into the mat. "It is moving. The heat is moving down there."
"Let it," Theo encouraged, his voice dropping to a rough growl. He increased the pressure slightly, his fingers wrapping around Alias's dick, beginning a rhythmic motion of stroking up and down. "Don't fight it. This is the heat of being a man, Alias."
Alias felt a sudden, sharp spike in his senses. The part of him that had always been quiet was no longer still. He felt a heavy, pulsing throb as blood began to rush to where Theo was touching him.
He watched, fascinated and terrified, as he began to stir, growing hard and reaching upward beneath Theo's touch.
