Carson smiled up at Fred and took her hand, following her into the bedroom. Once she closed the door, he wrapped his hands around her, running them up her back as they kissed. Between the anticipation of what Fred wanted to do and feeling her in his arms, he groaned, feeling himself beginning to twitch.
But before he had a chance to slid his hands under her top so he had could take it off her, she moved away went over to her dresser, pulling out the wooden box. The sight of what was inside caused him to become more aroused, and when he saw what she had taken out, he swallowed hard. His Fred certainly did know how to play, it seemed.
For a moment, all he could do was stare at her as she removed her clothes. But then he shook himself out of his stupor and pushed his trousers and pants down, kicking them to the side along with his shoes before pulling his shirt off. He was already semi-hard, and while he might have felt embarrassed by that with anyone else, he wasn't with Fred because he was pretty bloody sure this was exactly what she wanted.
Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the bed and laid down, stretching out. He reached over and ran his hand up her arm.