“Yeah. It’s my turn to cook, and I was going to make those chicken and mozzarella wraps you like.”
He finally lets my leg go and sits up. The duvet drops to his lap, exposing his sexy, naked body. My eyes travel the length of him, my tongue darting out to lick over my lips.
“Lieutenant, are you checking me out?” he smirks.
“Mhm,” I hum, locking my gaze with him. “I’m wondering if I should call in sick and have you for lunch instead.”
“Oh, don’t tease me with a good time.” He grins and flops back into the pillows. He yawns, twisting his body in a stretch before slumping back into the mattress. He holds his hand out and beckons me. “Come here. Kiss me already.”
I bend over him, but he places his hand on my chest, halting me halfway.
“I’m gonna warn you, though, I have morning breath.”
“I don’t care,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around his wrist.
I close the gap between us and kiss him. He traces his tongue along my lips before slipping into my mouth. I groan, my cock thickening behind my zipper. He’s wearing a pleased smile when I stand back, and Boomer chooses that moment to come over and lie down at the side of the bed.
“I’ll text you around noon,” I promise.
His eyes flash with heat as I adjust my semi, his lips tipping in a smirk.
“I’ll be waiting,Lieutenant.” He says the last word in a seductive whisper.
I groan again. “You are evil.”
He blows me a kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“You look really hot in those pants! Can’t wait to take them off you tomorrow,” he calls out as I leave the room, and I’m still wearing my smile when I reach the station.
I’m making a cup of coffee when movement on the security camera TV catches my attention. Mug in hand, I walk out into the app bay, and my steps falter when I see Blaine. His hands are stuffed in his coat pockets, a beanie pulled low on his head. When his eyes land on me, a flicker of relief crosses his face.
“Hey, Blaine. What’s up?” I ask, trying to keep the concern out of my voice as I close the distance.
What’s he doing here?
“Hey,” he says, his eyes darting around the station. “Is there somewhere we could talk?”
“Sure, let’s go up to my office.” I motion to the stairs that lead to the mezzanine. “Do you want a drink?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m good.”
I lead him up the stairs and into my office, closing the door behind him because I don’t trust O’Connor not to eavesdrop.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, taking a seat on the edge of my desk.
Blaine leans against the closed door, tipping his head back until it hits the wood with an audible thud.
“I feel like I failed him,” he says, voice cracking. “He’s been silently struggling his entire life, and I should have noticed. He’s my twin, for fuck’s sake. I should have noticed.”
Ah. I had a feeling he might be taking Elliot’s diagnosis harder than Elliot himself. In the time I’ve gotten to know him, Blaine is incredibly protective of his brother and would do anything for him. Plus, Alex mentioned Blaine was quite upset when he found out how Elliot had been feeling since their wedding. It seems the two of them have been struggling to find a new normal and not be so codependent.
So, it doesn’t come as a surprise to hear Blaine also believes he’s failed Elliot with his diagnosis too.
“I don’t think you failed him, Blaine. I’m not a professional at this, and I can’t speak for him, but he didn’t know either until I put my foot in it with my assumption. You need to remember you were young too. It’s not down to you to pick up when your brother needed support when you were a child yourself.”
I leave off the fact that I believe it was his parents who failed him, because I know Elliot has already spoken to his mom and given her some hard truths. She was mortified when he explained how her actions had made him feel since he was a kid.
