Chapter Sixteen
“Do you want another beer?” Lamar offered later when he stood to dispose of the empty pizza box.
“No, thank you.” Aeren’s smile was a little lopsided. “I’m already a little fuzzy.”
Lamar laughed. “A lightweight, are you?”
“Probably,” Aeren agreed cheerfully through a yawn. “I rarely drink. I think I’m already on the verge of falling asleep.”
Returning from the kitchen, he found Aeren dozing with his head on the arm of the couch and his feet still tucked under him.
“Aeren?” Lamar murmured his name, gently brushing a stray curl off his forehead.
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to lie down and I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket?”
Luminous golden eyes flitted open to meet Lamar’s, the sleepy smile still on his lips. Apparently emboldened by the booze, he reached for the detective’s hand and pulled it to his cheek. “Can I sleep with you instead?”
Stifling a groan, Lamar returned his smile, stroking Aeren’s soft cheek as he drew his fingers away. “Of course, you can.” He held his hand out, an odd sense of satisfaction overtaking him as the young man took it without hesitation, rising to follow him. “There’s a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet,” Lamar offered, stopping outside the bathroom door.
Aeren gave him a shy smile and slipped into the bathroom, leaving Lamar to dig through his clothes in search of something that Aeren could sleep in. Tossing a pair of sweatpants that had shrunk in the wash on the chair in the corner, he added another clean t-shirt as Aeren stepped into the room. Gesturing to the clothes, Lamar said, “I think those will fit. I’ll be right back.”
“Yes, sir,” Aeren agreed promptly, a flirty smile making Lamar wonder if the boy was teasing him.
Grinning back, Lamar followed the hall down to complete his own nighttime ritual before returning to the bedroom. Aeren was already snuggled deep under the warm covers, only visible from the chin up. Flipping off the light, Lamar traded his jeans for a pair of sleep pants and crawled in next to him. “Good night, Aeren.”
The only response was a shimmy of the blankets followed by the warmth of a slender hand hovering over his arm that brought another smile to Lamar’s face. “You can touch me.”
Instead of the slight weight of the hand that Lamar expected, he was suddenly covered in an expanse of warm, silky skin that settled over him like a favorite blanket, setting pleasure firing through every nerve.
“Oh, fuck,” Lamar hissed, his cock hardening so quickly he would have passed out if he’d been standing. “You’re naked. Didn’t you see the clothes I laid out for you?”
Aeren’s soft hair tickled under his chin as he nodded. “Do you want me to put them on?”
“I, ah, want you to be comfortable,” Lamar muttered, fighting the urge to thrust up against the hardness rubbing over his own erection.
“Oh, I am,” Aeren whispered against his chest, sliding them together as he dragged his knees up to straddle Lamar’s hips. “Is this okay?”
“I’m not sure,” Lamar answered honestly, biting the inside of his cheek. “How drunk are you?”
“I’m not,” Aeren assured him, nipping at the soft spot behind Lamar’s ear. “Not the way you mean, anyway. Not on alcohol.”
“That means?”
“I’m more like touch drunk,” Aeren murmured, his breath tickling Lamar’s ear. “Like all the endorphins from you touching me have been building up and now they’re drowning me, but in a good way.”
Lamar’s hands crept up to cup Aeren’s firm butt. When he squeezed, Aeren arched upright and threw his head back, grinding down.
“Yes!”
“What do you want, Aeren?” Lamar asked through clenched teeth. “You’ll have to tell me.”
“I want you,” Aeren gasped. “Please!”
“You’re sure?” Lamar slid one big hand over, dragging one dry fingertip down Aeren’s crease to tease his pucker. “You want my cock here?”
Aeren whimpered and pressed back into the touch. “Yes! Yes!”
