Chapter Nineteen
DJ
Kit’s parting words—spoken to them outside their flat at Far Too Late an hour for a work night—echoed in DJ’s mind the following day as they waited for news.
If he’s yours, and you’re his, you’ll need to become vampires. There’s no other way for you to all be together.
Even though DJ and Rake agreed they wanted Shaun in their lives, becoming a vampire would last longer than a lifetime. It was a potential eternity. Not just spending the next fifty years with a partner—it was the next five hundred.
The next fivethousand.
Numbers too large for DJ to get his head around for the moment, anyway. To combat his lurking headache, he decided on an extra large morning coffee, because caffeine could cure all ills. The mug he drank from, one Rake had made for him at one of the local paint and sip places, always warmed him up in more ways than one.
As DJ picked at a slice of toast, Rake made his own breakfast. It always comprised the same food; a small bowl of dry cereal (such a heathen), a banana (sliced into matching-sized pieces), and a yoghurt (nothing about the yoghurtwas oddly specific, but Rake ate them from tiny little pots that meant he had to use an equally tiny spoon that looked ridiculous in his big hands).
“You’re being weird and staring at me,” Rake said as he brought his breakfast over to the coffee table.
“No, I’m not.” DJ was, but he also enjoyed riling Rake up by being contrary.
Rake’s sigh in response turned into a yawn. They’d both been up during the night a lot more these days. At uni, all-nighters for gaming or studying or fucking, or all three, happened often. Nowadays, though, they had that nine-to-five adult life which saw them in bed before midnight most often.
As DJ drank his coffee, he tried to imagine what it would be like to never get to drink one ever again. According to Shaun, a vampire’s diet consisted of nothing but blood. DJ liked black pudding, but it probably didn’t compare.
The summer sun fought to get through their still-closed curtains. DJ threw them open, eliciting a groan from Rake as he squinted in the sudden light. DJ contemplated life without another sunrise, tilting his head up to feel the warmth of the sun’s rays on his skin.
“You’re restless this morning,” Rake commented.
“I don’t know how I’m going to get through work today whilst we wait for news.”
Rake looked at his phone. “There’s enough time before work for me to get rid of your frustration.”
They hadn’t been intimate since they’d been with Shaun. The past couple of days had been too busy, and DJ hadn’t been in the mood. But now, with a potential solution to their problems, his libido returned with a vengeance. He waggledhis eyebrows at Rake. “I’ll go shower, then meet you in the bedroom.”
Rake snorted and resumed eating his breakfast. DJ did as he said, going to clean himself up and do some quick prep. This wouldn’t be a full scene, but he’d rather be ready for whatever Rake’s mood called for. He was more than happy to be subject to Rake’s whims, because it was nice not to have to think or plan or worry, and justbe.
When DJ got out of the shower, he wrapped himself up in an extra large towel that enveloped his whole body. Rake, in only his tight, thigh-hugging boxers, waited for him on the bed.
DJ took a moment to appreciate Rake’s body; all ropey muscles and dark skin and a fair amount of soft hair. His stubble was getting so long that it bordered on beard territory.
DJ flung off his towel and straddled Rake’s waist, careful not to rest his full weight on him. He rubbed his smooth face over Rake’s almost-beard, revelling in the sensation of the bristles scraping along his skin.
Only content to let DJ take the lead for so long, Rake grabbed hold of DJ’s chin and angled his face to take his lips in a rough kiss. It was rare to do nothing but make out with one another. Almost illicit, too, like something they should do whilst tipsy and dancing on the sticky floor of a nightclub, not in the soft light of the morning.
DJ ground down on Rake as they kissed, Rake growing harder against his touch. DJ’d been half-hard after playing with himself in the shower, and the friction was just enough to get him to full length.
Rake drew back, directing his attention towards DJ’schest, mouthing down from his neck until he latched on to a nipple. Rake bit at it, and DJ let out a squeal at the hint of pain. Rake’s huff of enjoyment buzzed against DJ’s skin. He let his head fall back as Rake gave the other nipple similar treatment.
Rake’s undivided attention always made DJ feel more comfortable with his body. He no longer cared about anyone thinking it was unhealthy for him to base some of his self-worth on Rake’s opinions. DJ had always yo-yoed with his weight, and Rake lavished love on every part of him, regardless.
Which was what Rake continued to do. DJ ran his hands through Rake’s thick, dark hair as Rake pressed open-mouthed kisses up his neck. DJ smirked to himself about the marks Rake would be leaving. So very high school of them, but he didn’t care.
There was nothing better than being covered in Rake’s marks. Although they were usually hidden from view under his clothing, DJ would wear the bruises like merit badges.
“Fuck me,” DJ pleaded.
Rake turned them so that DJ lay under him, then used one hand to rid himself of his boxers, erection springing free. DJ spread his legs, hoping Rake would take the hint.
Rake grinned down at him. “So demanding.”
