After an audible sigh, Tristan tentatively put his hands on him again. “Okay, I’ll try it, but only once.”
Aiden smiled. They would so do this more than once. “Okay, put the heels of your hands next to the spine—not on, but next to it. When I breathe out you press down.ordquo; Aiden took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out. Tristan pushed on his back, lightly, more like a playful shove than anything else.
“You call that pressing?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tristan growled.
“Up on the table.” Aiden stayed still and waited for Tristan to climb up on top of him. He didn’t.
“What?”
“Up! Straddle me, one knee on each side, and then you lean on your hands.”
“I can’t climb up there. The table won’t hold both of us.”