And during all their activities in bed together, not once had Dylan sucked Alec off. Alec had thought Dylan was immune to sexual hang-ups. As time went by, Alec realized he might have been wrong.
He pushed the thought aside. “Leonardo Da Vinci’s drawing of the Vitruvian Man was on the cover of my anatomy textbook in medical school,” Alec said, admiring the tanned skin and the toned muscles. “He dedicated himself to studying the proportions of the human body.”
And, dear God, Dylan’s form deserved that kind of dedication.
Over his shoulder, Dylan stared at Alec as if he’d lost his mind. “Is this really the time to regurgitate the facts from one of your research hunts?”
Alec ignored him and went on. “Most of his drawings were of the male form. In his essay about Da Vinci, Sigmund Freud claimed Leonardo was gay.” He caught the who the hell cares? look Dylan tossed him but went on anyway. “I think Freud blamed Da Vinci’s mother.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said with a roll of his eyes. “Now there was a dude with issues.”
Alec suppressed the smile. “You are now arranged just like Leonardo’s anatomical drawing.” He placed an appreciative hand on the wide expanse of Dylan’s back. “His interest in perfect proportions could have been inspired by you.”
Dylan snorted, no doubt an attempt to cover the flush of embarrassment staining his cheeks. Despite his cocky attitude, Dylan always looked uncomfortable when someone praised his looks.
Feeling lucky as hell, Alec slid his gaze from the top of Dylan’s hair, matted and damp at the temples, down past the black smudges on his arms to the back that glistened with sweat. The muscular legs and enticing ass were so tight they looked carved from stone. They also looked entirely too clean. Alec scanned the shelf beyond Dylan’s head, his gaze landing on a small container labeled wheel-bearing grease.
“There’ll eventually be touching during this seduction scene, won’t there?” Dylan asked.
“Of course there’ll be touching.” He met Dylan’s amused gaze. “You’re just not dirty enough yet.”
Alec grabbed the can, pried off the plastic lid, and scooped a small amount of the amber-colored goo in his fingers. The humor in Dylan’s eyes died, turning to pure lust.
“Jesus, Alec. That’s hot.” He blinked. “But I’m, um, not sure that’s safe to use as lube.”
“I’m not going to,” Alec said. “In fact, we won’t need lube at all.”
The flash of confusion in Dylan’s eyes almost did Alec in. Dylan looked…lost, most likely thrown by the thought of anything other than anal or a hand job. Oddly enough, that made Alec’s heart hurt the most.
All this time he’d assumed Dylan’s no-holds-barred sexual energy stemmed from his research of top versus bottom. He’d never considered Dylan might be unable to comprehend anything less frenzied and more personal, more intimate. His private life was as stark as the apartment he lived in.
Concentrating on the endless expanse of naked skin, Alec placed his slick palms on Dylan’s shoulders. He slowly slid them toward Dylan’s outstretched hands, enjoying the peaks and valleys of sinew and muscle, leaving streaks of grease trailing behind.
Perfect.
“The length of the spread arms is roughly equal to the height of a man,” Alec recited.
He skimmed his fingers back to the shoulder blades and then traced circles around each vertebral body as he headed down Dylan’s back.
Alec slid his palms around Dylan’s torso toward the front, leaning close to murmur in Dylan’s ear. “According to Da Vinci, in your current position”—Alec splayed his hands low across Dylan’s stomach, his thumbs dipping into Dylan’s belly button—“the center of the extended limbs will be the navel.”
Alec grinned at the sight of Dylan’s pulse pounding at his neck and the goose bumps popping up along his arms. After rubbing axle grease over Dylan’s washboard abdominal muscles, tracing every narrow groove, Alec made his way down the front of Dylan’s thighs, slowly dragging his thumbs along the thatch of hair at Dylan’s groin, close to his cock.
“And creates a space between the legs consistent with an equilateral triangle,” Alec finished.
“This is the messiest, geekiest kink ever.” Dylan’s voice held a hint of awe. “Why the hell is this a total turn-on?”
Alec squeezed Dylan’s hard quadriceps. “Because I’m making you wait.”
“I’m not much for patience.”
“I’ve noticed.” Alec skimmed his fingertips across the top of Dylan’s crack.
Dylan sucked in a breath, and his muscles grew taut. Alec’s dick attempted to punch through his pants to hurry the process along. He pulled open his fly to provide a little relief from the pressure, and the sound of the zipper triggered a hungry look on Dylan’s face. A shot of adrenalin left Alec’s fingers fumbling as he freed his cock, fighting to maintain control. He hadn’t waited this long only to give up on his goals now.