“I heard that, ye muppet,” Cillian growled out, but I laughed and left them there.
I walked up the stairs as quickly as I could and headed to Fallon’s room. I didn’t bother to knock because he wouldn’t give me permission to come in anyway, and I wasn’t the type to wait for it from him, at least I hadn’t been. We’d never treated Fallon as well as we should’ve. I’d ignored him for so long, and there was a lot I didn’t know about him.
He lay under a blue comforter that covered the queen-sized bed with his back to me. Everything about his room was mellow, which was always a pleasant surprise when I thought about it—light blue walls gave the space an under-water vibe, boat schematics in frames hung as decorations, and the simple furniture matched the gray oak floors.
“You here to laugh at me?” Fallon grumbled, turning his head toward me. “I knew you weren’t Vail, he’d be talking already.”
“You’re right,” I said simply, then sighed. Heading over to the bed, I gave the room another once-over. It didn’t seem quite right for Fallon, as though he didn’t feel at home. Maybe he didn’t. “Move over, boy.”
He huffed and wriggled closer to one side of the bed while I slipped out of my Nikes and got under the comforter beside him. I snuggled up against his back, not overthinking anything that was happening, and wrapped an arm around his waist. I kissed the nape of his neck, and he shivered.
“What is this?” he whispered.
“Does it need a name?” I laid another kiss on his neck, then another.
“Are Cillian and Rowen mad?” His voice trembled slightly, and he cleared his throat. “Because I don’t care if they are. They want me to be a Company man. I can be. I’m not a wuss.”
I snorted and held him tighter. “You surprised them.”
“Yeah.” His body shook with laughter. “It was fucking awesome.”
I joined in with chuckles of my own and shook my head. After a few minutes we fell silent, and he snuggled his back deeper against me. I enjoyed the quiet and there was no needless babbling or stupid questions, except a part of me was beginning to understand Fallon better. It was almost as though he’d been... lonely.
“Aspen.”
“Hm?” I buried my nose against his skin and breathed him in.
“Cillian was acting weird, wasn’t he? Kind of... protective.”
“Mm-hm.” I smiled.
“Do you think he’s planning on killing me in my sleep for all the trouble?”
“Probably not,” I grunted out. “No more talk. Take a nap, boy.”
It was quiet for only a minute or so.
“Aspen?”
“Hm?”
Fallon let out a breath. “If I seduce you, will you stick your dick in my hole while we’re in this position? I could really get off right now.”
I pressed my lips together to stop from laughing. “You don’t need to flirt, just ask.”
“Okay.”
Silence. It was nice, and I thought he might’ve gone to sleep.
“Aspen, why aren’t you fucking me?” he whispered.
“Because you didn’t ask.”
“I didn’t realize you were this mean because you didn’t talk much.” He sighed. “Will you fuck me?”
I squeezed him around the waist tighter. “Please. Don’t forget your manners.”
Fallon elbowed me in the gut, and though it hurt, I laughed before I could stop myself.
