“Everyth—”
He didn’t get to finish his question: Cinn’s tongue in his mouth was a slight barrier to further speech.
Stumbling backwards, Julien’s back hit the glass pane of the shower as Cinn pressed into him, his hands sliding around his back to grip his ass, hard.
When Cinn let out a tiny moan, Julien wedged his thigh in between Cinn’s legs, and he quickly rolled his hips into him. Cinn then dragged his mouth from Julien’s lips, to nuzzle his light stubble with his soft cheek.
“Thank you,” Cinn whispered. “You don’t know how grateful I am to you and Elliot.”
“You’re doing a great job of showing me,” Julien quipped. Turns out saving someone’s ex-boyfriend could be a well-rewarded venture. Goodto know. “I hope that Elliot will be getting a slightly more condensed version of this thank-you message.”
Laughing, Cinn leaned back in for another hungry kiss that had Julien’s knees softening. Julien savoured the last lingering touch of Cinn’s soft, velvety lips as he pulled away, savoured every inch of his shaky breathlessness.
Julien wrapped his arms around Cinn’s back. “Where are you going? I was just about to turn on the shower. To cover up all the noise you’re going to make.”
One light squeeze of Cinn’s hard length through his jeans had him falling further against him, Julien’s name whispered on his lips.
Julien slid one hand up Cinn’s arm to interlace their fingers before trailing a line of kisses up his jaw. “I can be quick this time. I promise.”
Cinn’s temptation to give in was almost tangible, but he groaned, letting his forehead fall against Julien’s. “Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he said, grabbing Julien’s wrist and placing it on his chest to wedge it between them. “Tomorrow,” Cinn breathed into his ear. “Straight from the airport. Your house. It’s closer. And it better be anything but quick.”
Julien brought his hand up to run his thumb over the cuff of Cinn’s green beanie hat.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” Cinn continued, capturing Julien’s hand to place his thumb into his mouth.
Three bangs on the bathroom door, followed by Elliot’s gruff voice. Cinn didn’t even flinch, didn’t take his eyes off Julien’s as his tongue licked slow circles into his thumb.
It was the single most erotic thing Julien had ever done with his clothes on. His dick gave a needy twitch, and for a brief moment he considered begging, a first for him.
With wide-eyed innocence, Cinn released Julien’s thumb with a small pop of his mouth, a string of saliva following it.
“For fuck’s sake!” Elliot snarled, followed by another bang. “You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”
Julien pushed past Cinn and unbolted the door to reveal a grouchy-looking Elliot. “Since when is communal teeth brushing a crime?”
“When you’re brushing each other’s teeth with your mouths. Get the fuck out.”
Cinn, flushed gorgeously pink, ducked his head as he exited the bathroom.
They hovered together in the corridor, outside Bradley’s room, where Cinn was sleeping.
“Tomorrow,” mouthed Julien.
The corner of Cinn’s lips tilted up into a slow, soft smile. He stared unblinking at Julien as if he’d said something profound.
“Tomorrow,” Cinn promised.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Julien could only dream.
twenty-eight
Julien
The bitter scent of decidedly instant coffee, so kindly handed to him by Elliot, was Julien's rude awakening the next morning. If that wasn't bad enough, Elliot then delivered the delightful news that Cinn and Tyler had left the house to go on a walk together.
This resulted in Julien stress-cleaning Bradley’s kitchen for him. At least someone would benefit from his strained mood. He stole a handful of tea bags for Cinn as payment for his efforts.
After an age, the front door clicked. Laughter filled the corridor.
