“Good night, Boss,” Mickey said, turning to head up the stairs. As he climbed the steps, he was suddenly overcome with exhaustion.
Almost dying was apparently quite tiring.
The door across from the guest room was cracked, and Mickey got a glimpse of a very pink bedroom.
“Are you guys sure Daddy isn’t coming?” Rowena was asking worriedly.
“I promise,” Alistair swore, kneeling beside her fluffy pink bed. “Your brother and I are going to keep you safe, little one…”
Mickey stepped into the guest room and turned on the light.
Bed, dresser, matching bedside tables, more art, lots of fringe.
Roger brushed by Mickey to hop on the bed and strike a seductive pose. “So, fair warning. I sleep naked, I will use you as my personal teddy bear, and I will steal all of the covers. All of them.”
“It’s fine.” Mickey saw a small lamp on the wall by the side of the bed. “Will you get that?”
“Yeah.”
When Roger turned it on, Mickey flicked off the overhead light. He began to strip out of his clothes down to his underwear, leaving his guns on the bedside table.
He could hear the bedroom door across from them close and Alistair’s footsteps retreating down the hall.
Roger was naked by the time Mickey came to lie down, and Mickey was too tired to care that they’d be sharing a bed tonight. That was honestly the least of their worries right now. His head hit the pillow, and he was ready to pass out.
“You okay?” Roger asked.
“I’m great.” Mickey regretted such a sarcastic response, asking more sincerely, “What about you?”
“I’m pretty fucking pissed off. Duncan took the fuck off like a chickenshit bitch, and I just lost my friend. So, yeah, not so good.”
“I’m sorry.” Mickey closed his eyes. “Duncan is a lot of things. Brave isn’t one of them.”
“Well, fuck him.”
“Not with your dick.” Mickey cracked a small smile.
Roger laughed, short but happy. “Ah, not your type?”
Mickey heard the click of the lamp as Roger turned it off, and he replied, “Apparently, crazy fuckin’ blonds are more my speed.”
“No shit? Good to know.” Roger wiggled closer. “Are you gonna freak out if I snuggle on you?”
“No, go ahead.” Mickey heard footsteps in the hallway, probably Cold coming from downstairs, and the sound of another door closing.
Roger instantly glued himself to Mickey’s side, sliding his arm over his chest. He pressed his head into the crook of Mickey’s shoulder and sighed contentedly.
It wasn’t the worst thing, Mickey decided, to have Roger cuddling up against him. He draped his arm around him, lazily rubbing his back. As tired as he was, he found himself fighting to stay awake so he could enjoy this a little longer.
Not to mention, he still had a certain invitation to offer.
“So.”
“So?” Roger was smiling.
“I was thinking…”
“What? Thinking about tying me up, huh? Maybe. Strong maybe. Depends on my mood. Do you remember the safe word?”
