Part 6
Howie sprawled out on the massive bed, and watched as AJ brushed his fingertips over his nipples, moving down to trace the outline of his abs, and then moving his fingers in lazy circles around his belly button, touching him everywhere but where he most wanted it. Howie ached to be touched there, ached to feel AJ's nimble fingers touching him, stoking him. But his instinct told him that he had to let AJ work this at his own pace.
AJ was still a little unsure of what he was doing. He knew he wanted it, and that Howie wanted it too, but he was worried that he would do something wrong… he wanted everything to be perfect.
But as he watched the play of Howie's muscles as he touched him with his fingertips, some of his tension seemed to ebb away. Howie was relaxed, and every now and then, he would let out a soft moan as AJ found his spots. AJ smiled. He could do this, hell; he WANTED to do this. The only person putting pressure on him was himself. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment, before exhaling, and allowing all the tension he had been feeling go with it. He looked up at Howie, and their eyes met. AJ was amazed by the passion in Howie's eyes. A passion that was all for him. He smiled softly, and moved up his body, wanting to taste Howie's lips one more time before he moved on to those other places that he wanted to touch so much.