Sacha knew how. Because he’d been so perturbed by the disquiet in Jonah’s usually sunny gaze he hadn’t been able to leave him. Still couldn’t, despite the fact that he’d had no trouble leaving him in bed before. And wasn’t that an odd case of affairs?
About as odd as spending most of his day placating agitated FG employees he neither knew nor cared about because he couldn’t bear the stress lines—both imagined and real—on Jonah’s lovely face.
You are overtired. It makes you emotional.
Sacha couldn’t argue with that, but with no way of lightening his workload in sight, the butterflies in his chest any time Jonah was near weren’t going anywhere.
And neither, apparently, was Sacha.
He settled back in Jonah’s comfortable bed. There was plenty of space for both of them, but somehow they’d wound up sleeping with a Bible’s width between them, less in some places, like their feet that were pressed together.
The contact made Sacha warm inside. Before Jonah, he’d had frequent sexual partners, but never sleepovers. It had beenyears, and he couldn’t clearly recall a time when he’d simply slept with a man. Shared his bed and body heat. Counted his breaths and watched him dream.
In fact, he’d never done that withanyone.
You are overtired. It makes you emotional.
Sacha closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
* * *
Not much time had passed when he woke again, but it was light. The sun had broken through the winter clouds and streamed through the gap in the curtains. Jonah had rolled onto his side. His back was to Sacha, exposing the wide expanse of creamy skin.
It was irresistible. Too exquisite to ignore.
Sacha placed his palm between Jonah’s shoulder blades and slid it down, ghosting over Jonah’s flank to the waistband of his underwear. His fingers curved around Jonah’s hip, glancing over his abdomen, and Sacha’s body came to life…if it had ever truly simmered down from the night before.
Jonah’s hair was unruly enough to cover his neck. Sacha brushed it aside and pressed a tentative kiss to the tender point left behind.
A quiet hum was his reward. Then a deep chuckle as Jonah shifted beneath his touch. “Am I awake right now, or am I dreaming a world where you didn’t run out on me in the middle of the night?”
“I have never run anywhere in the middle of the night. I walk, in an orderly fashion, while you sleep like a baby.”
Jonah laughed again. “But not last night. You’re still here.”
“I am,” Sacha said as much to himself as to Jonah. “Your bed is nice. I like it.”
“What else do you like?”
“This.” Sacha grasped Jonah’s shoulders and rolled him over, straddling Jonah’s waist before either of them could blink.
Jonah’s morning wood was beneath him. Sacha revelled in the sensation a moment before shifting away and leaning forwards to capture Jonah’s nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck.” Jonah groaned, his body arching from the bed. “Okay. Now I’m awake.”
Sacha released him. “You were already awake. You were talking to me.”
“I thought I was dreaming, remember?”
“And now?”
“Now I know I am.”
Smirking, Sacha traversed down Jonah’s body, enjoying the daylight opportunity to explore. Jonah was glorious in any light, but like this, with his hair tousled and his eyes heavy, he was more beautiful than ever. His cock was hard and waiting for Sacha’s mouth, but first, his chest, abs, and fine hip bones demanded attention Sacha could not help but give.
Beneath him, Jonah gasped, and his flesh jumped. “You’re wicked.”
Sacha’s grin widened. “I know.”
