The small table shook as Bay grappled with it, trying to right himself as the younger man moved away. He almost fell over reaching for his pants, tugging them back on before he spun around to keep Sila in his line of sight.
Sila walked over to the small circular table that acted as both the kitchen and dining room table and stared down at the two coffee cups that had been left there. “Which one is his?”
Bay blinked and shook his head, still too shocked by what had just happened to comprehend.
“Nate Narek,” Sila sneered the name and when he looked to Bay next there was a darkness swirling in his mismatched eyes that promised punishment if he didn’t get an answer. “Which cup did he use?”
He pointed to the one furthest from him, confusion only growing when Sila immediately snatched it up and downed the remaining sip.
Bay bristled when Sila stormed over to him a second time, sucking in a sharp breath when his jaw was captured and his head was forced back. In one swift move, Sila sealed their lips together, that mouthful of coffee forced down Bays throat. He coughed as he was shoved away yet again, swallowing on the bitter brew.
When he went to right himself, Sila leaned in, forcing Bay to bend back over the small table in order to avoid whacking his forehead into his chest.
“I thought perhaps you were ill,” Sila said, voice teetering between irritated and yet somehow still charming. “I came all this way just to check on you, in fact, and what do I find? Turns out you were here having alone time with another man.”
“Are you…” Bay was almost in too much disbelieve to even ask it but… “Are you jealous?”
“That depends,” Sila dropped his palms to either side of his hips, caging him in, “I just checked to make sure you didn’t get up to anything you shouldn’t, however, there’s no way to confirm whether or not you were touched elsewhere.”
That’swhy he’d stuck a finger up his ass just now?!
Bay blushed before he could help it and Sila grunted at him mockingly.
“I was inside there just the other day. There’s nothing I haven’t seen, or felt, of you already. Nate Narek on the other hand…”
“He didn’t.” Bay shook his head vehemently. “We would never.”
“No?”
“No! We’re just friends. He came by because—” He stopped abruptly, scoffing. “Why am I telling you this? I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Want to rethink that, Kitten?” Sila’s hands slid in a little closer, until his thumbs brushed up against the edge of Bay’s thighs. “You chose Option Two, need I remind you?”
Bay bit his tongue when Sila lifted a finger to slip it through the metal loop at the collar around his neck, though he only tugged at it lightly.
“I own you,” he said seductively, as though he were trying to coax Bay into admitting it. “No one gets to touch what’s mine.”
“We didn’t…” Bay felt like he was hovering over a precipice and one single gust of wind would blow him over. All of his senses were honed in on the man in front of him, the man surrounding him with his sea salt scent with just a hint of chlorine.
Oh right. It was Monday. Sila would have been at the pool.
Upon closer inspection, Bay noted that his golden hair was still slightly damp. He must have left the university and come straight here, but why? There was no way he’d known Nate was visiting. He’d been too angry when he’d shoved his way into the house to have had time to prepare, which meant he’d arrived in time to see Nate leave and that had set him off.
A pleased thrill uncoiled within Bay’s gut and he only barely resisted the urge to smile. He was insane, certifiably so, if he was actually happy about any of this. He shouldn’t find Sila’s pushy, overbearing demeanor attractive and yet he could already feel his dick twitching in his pants and his hole clenching in greedy need.
His hole which had yet to fully recover from the other days beating.
Yeah, he was crazy. He needed help.
“Why’d you call out, Kitten?” Sila asked.
“I…” He dropped his gaze and tightened his grip on the edge of the table he was practically sitting on, the rough wood digging into his palm.
“Still sore?” he threw him a bone and said, allowing Bay to merely nod his head and not have to say it himself. “Let me help you with that.” He moved away and returned to the entrance where he’d apparently dropped a plastic bag earlier.
Sila pulled out the contents, placing them on the kitchen table and then moved over to the stove with one of them in his hands.
“What are you doing?” Bay tried to see around him, but with how broad his shoulders were it was impossible.
