“I’ll have one built, and in the meantime, he can live in one of the auction rooms.”
Scott gripped Thomas’s thigh. “Please say you’re joking.”
“I’m half joking.”
“Can I see him?”
Scott waved his hand above his head, but even that felt like a momentous effort. Thomas handed him the phone, and Scott pouted at the old lion on the screen with a tatty mane and cataract in one eye. “He looks like a right gentleman. Like he’d bow to you first out of respect before ripping your head off.”
“Now I know you’re still high as a kite,” Thomas said, taking back the phone.
“I’m not.”
“I’ll build him the best retirement enclosure imaginable.” Thomas locked his phone. “But he is not my priority right now.”
“What is?”
Scott winced at the flick to the back of his head.
“I need to get some food and water in you.”
“I need a shower –”
“Forget the shower for now.”
“But I’m all sticky from lube and sweat.”
Thomas sighed. “You don’t have the strength to stand in the shower, even the bath is making me kind of nervous, in case you slip under the water.”
“I’m not that helpless.”
“Yes, you are. Washing is a hard no until you’ve drunk, eaten, and I’m comfortable leaving you on your own, whichmight be a while, considering you’ve wrapped both arms around my leg in a hug.”
Scott blinked when he realised Thomas was right; he had fixed himself to Thomas’s body like a limpet to a rock. “Shit…”
Thomas hummed. “I can’t bring in a new adoptee until I’ve taken care of the ones I’ve got.”
He petted Scott on the head.
“I so hate you right now.”
“And yet you haven’t released my leg.”
“It’s warm,” Scott protested, snuggling his cheek against Thomas’s thigh. “It’s soft.”
“Go back to sleep.” Thomas sighed, stroking Scott’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you for the time being.”
Chapter nineteen
Thomaswarmeduptheirspaghetti carbonara and kept on at Scott to eat every bite. Scott had gained back the use of his limbs, but they ached and throbbed like he’d put himself through a brutal workout, or more accurately, Thomas had put him through one.
“Is there enough footage to use…before I, you know, fainted?”
Scott had never fainted before, and it irked him that he had, like it was a failure. He was supposed to be good at sex, and yet the force of his own orgasms had knocked him out.
Thomas narrowed his eyes. “You do know that wasn’t your fault, right?”
“I couldn’t handle it.”
