Tim nodded in the direction of the front door, just as a knock sounded. “They’re here.”
“Who?”
“Get some clothes on, and come and see.” Tim hopped out of bed as he said it, grabbing his jeans from yesterday and slipping them on, again foregoing a T-shirt.
Seb got out of bed more gingerly, still wearing his T-shirt and pyjama bottoms from the night before. After settling his crutch, he gestured to himself. “This do?”
Tim grinned. “Yeah.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
Seb glanced down. The front of his pyjama bottoms was slightly tented from his morning wood. “And you weren’t going to tell me?”
Tim shrugged.
Another knock on the door, and Seb’s brain put two and two together. “Is that another shifter down there?”
“Two of them.”
“You don’t look especially bothered, so I’m guessing they’re from your pack?”
“Ourpack, and yes.”
Tim fastened the button on his jeans, the movement drawing Seb’s attention to his fingers and the outline of his cock, definitely a little more visible than usual through the denim.
Seb pointed at Tim’s bare chest and then at the semis they were sporting. “You want them to see?” Tim’s blush said it all, though he didn’t appear at all sorry. “Why? If they’re your own pack-mates?” He didn’t get shifters at all. Jared deserved either a medal for dealing with all this shit, or his head seeing to.
Tim walked towards him slowly, stopping when their bodies were only an inch or two apart. He placed a hand on the side of Seb’s neck, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth. Seb shivered.
In a deep, husky voice, Tim said, “I know we’ll only be together for a short time, and it’s not—”
Not what?
“—I’m supposed to be acting like you’re mine. Now I’ve started this, I don’t seem to be able to turn it off.” He swallowed, and Seb glanced down at the bob of his Adam’s apple. Dark stubble covered Tim’s throat; Seb had the sudden urge to bend down and get his mouth on it. “I want….” Tim slid his hand up to cup Seb’s jaw.
“What?”
“For as long as we’re doing this, I want people to know.” With his other hand on Seb’s waist, Tim backed him up against the wall, pinning him there with his hips and thighs. “Can I?”
“Yeah.” Seb barely got the word out before Tim closed the distance between them, the kiss hot and dirty, all tongue and desperation as Tim ground against him, his cock hard and pressing insistently against Seb’s belly.
The thud of Seb’s heart beat loudly in his ears and his pulse raced. He’d never been this turned-on from kissing someone. Maybe Jared was onto something, after all. With Tim’s hand still rubbing back and forth on his jaw, occasionally dipping to his neck again, Seb had the vague thought he was being scented. Normally that would have pissed him off, but with Tim pressed against him, his soft moans escaping as they kissed, it barely registered.
The knocking on his front door turned to banging. Tim seemed more than happy to ignore them, but Seb got his hands on Tim’s chest and eased him back so he could speak. “Shouldn’t we go and answer the door?”
“They know we’re in here.”
Of course they do.“My neighbours’ll complain if they get any louder.”
With a deep sigh, Tim smiled and took a step back, his hands staying on Seb until the very last second, as though he couldn’t bear to let go. “Come on, then.”
Seb trailed after him out into the hallway and down the stairs to the front door. When Tim finally opened it, with Seb standing just behind him leaning against the wall, two youngish guys stood on the other side. One looked familiar, and it took a moment or two to place him. “Luke, right?”
The guy smiled. “Yeah.” He glanced at Tim, eyebrow raised. “Morning, Tim. Saw Nathan earlier.”
Tim snorted. “And?”
