“Got you, Ben.” Ray’s hips stilled and he panted, his hands sliding over Fraser’s, pressing them into the mattress. “Not gonna spin out, not gonna crash. Enjoy the ride, okay?”

That's what Ben's afraid of, isn't it? Afraid that if he gives up being in the driver's seat that his world will spin out into nothing.

Really lovely! Riveting and hot and sweet and perfect for a gorgeous summer afternoon.