“You said in the lift… And I know there’s no Dani or Luthor here.A whole night without a fix and you’ll be…”
“I’ll be what?”
“Desperate for any sort of fuck.”Funny how easy it was to be honest about the world while your head was see-sawing.He toppled sideways so that he was spread along the sofa.It provided all the comfort of a concrete block, so his ear was screaming from the pressure within seconds.
Xane sniffed, and sat back.Shoulders raised as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.Tiny crow’s feet appeared around the corners of his eyes.“I can handle one night.”
“Really?”
“I’ll watch porn and jerk off.”
“That’s not going to make you warm and fuzzy.”
The lines around Xane’s eyes deepened, and his mouth drooped at the corners.“Shut up, Spook.”
“Good to know I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the truth.”Their issues might be different, but their coping strategies sucked in equal measures.
Xane got to his feet, so that Spook was left staring at the ends of his long hair swishing against his arse.“You know, it might be a good plan not to piss off the person who’s looking after you.I didn’t have to bring you here.I could have let you stew on the bus.”
“Not trying to.Am grateful.Your sofa’s fucking uncomfortable.”Truly, it ought to be done under the Trade Descriptions Act.Sofas were supposed to be big, soft, squishy things that you could lose things down the back of, and lie on while stuffing your face with junk.They weren’t supposed to beat you up when you sat on them.
“Yeah.”Xane bent and screwed the top back on the mouthwash bottle.“Come on up, you.”He grabbed both of Spook’s hands and tugged until he was upright on his feet.“Let’s get you put to bed.You look like roadkill already.There’s no sense in you feeling like it tomorrow, too.”
Comfort sounded good in theory.Spook just didn’t want to move.Actually, he wasn’t entirely sure how that was precisely accomplished anymore.Xane slung an arm around his shoulders.The skin of his bare chest was warm and fragrant, a spicy mix of the comfortable and exotic as he drew Spook close to support him.
Spook rested his head against Xane’s shoulder.He couldn’t recall when the other man had removed his jacket.Actually, the last few hours seemed to have consisted of nothing but isolated snapshots with nothing concrete in between.
Xane pulled back the bed covers.
When had they gone from A to B?
He turned to ask, and a burst of light reflected off one of Xane’s nipple rings.Immediately, he reached out to touch it.
“Uh, nope.”Xane shoved him square in the stomach, so that he toppled backwards onto the mountain of marshmallows at the head of the massive white bed.“We are not going there.”
“You need to put your bed in the lounge.”This… this was utter bliss for bodies.“Burn the nasty sofa.”
“It’s an antique.”
“Then sell it for heaps of cash to some horrendous git.”
He stretched out, sinking deeper into the pillows.
“I don’t usually spend much time on the sofa,” Xane confessed.
Of course he didn’t.Whoever Xane brought back here probably barely saw the lounge en route to his bed.Let alone spent enough time there to encounter the couch.
“Also, don’t get yourself too comfortable, Mr Starfish.We’re sharing, remember.That means you don’t get to hog it all.”
Spook conceded a few inches of mattress by wriggling a little closer to the right-hand edge, where Xane helpfully relieved him of his high-tops and socks, then set to work on his belt buckle.
“You’re way too good at that.”
“Must be all the practice I have.”
“Yeah.Well, don’t you get any ideas.”
Xane’s eyes glinted in the lamplight, and a smile stretched his lips.“About what?Having my wicked way with you?”He hitched his pierced brow.“Aren’t you the guy who once offered to pay me to go down on you?”
