He still hadn’t moved his hands by the time he was sober, running his hands over Nick’s chest, up his shoulders and over his arms. When it hit him what he was doing, he blushed in embarrassment. He pulled away slowly.
“Strong stuff,” he said, nodding at Nick’s glass. The alpha had spent the whole time Billy was groping him just sitting there, enjoying it and drinking.
“But good, right?” Billy made a grimace and Nick laughed. “Fine. Stick to your flower wine.”
Billy grinned and did just that. He reached for the glass at the table, taking a sip and closing his eyes in pleasure while he swallowed.
They sat and drank in silence, and Billy could feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier with every second that he sat pressed up against Nick’s body.
“Did you like worshiping my muscles?” Nick asked after a while, putting his hand in Billy’s hair and rubbing his scalp. Billy flushed. He wouldn’t call it worshiping, exactly. He just liked feeling how big and strong Nick was.
“I like touching your muscles,” he admitted, putting his hand on Nick’s thigh and rubbing gently up and down. “They’re so…big.”
Nick licked his lips and smiled. “That’s because I’m an alpha,” he said. He leaned in and whispered in Billy’s ear, “Would you like it if I let you worship me with your tongue?”
Flushing, Billy nodded. He would very much like to lick his way up Nick’s body.
“I know you would.” Nick sounded smug.
Billy put his empty glass on the table and leaned back into the couch, putting his hands in his lap and trying to discreetly adjust his erection. He liked sitting next to Nick, feeling the heat of his body, the scent of alpha filling his nose, but he was also incredibly tired.
With his hands resting on his lap, pressing down pleasurably on his cock, Billy closed his eyes.
“Are you going to sleep?” Nick asked, jolting Billy’s eyes open. He flushed and nodded.
“You want to go to bed?” Nick asked, stroking his cheek. Billymoaned when Nick started rubbing at his lower lip with his thumb.
He nodded.
“Come here,” Nick said, standing up and bending down to pick Billy up in a bridal carry. Supported under his knees and upper back, Billy clung to Nick’s neck and put his head on the alpha’s shoulder. Billy felt hot low in his groin at the effortless way Nick carried him.
“Let’s put you to sleep,” Nick said, speaking into Billy’s hair. Billy could feel his smile. “You look like you’re barely keeping your eyes open.”
Billy wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. The heavy meal in his belly and the drinks after dinner were more than he was used to. Going to bed sounded wonderful, but judging by the bulge in Nick’s pants he didn’t think that sleep was quite what the alpha had in mind.
“Here we go,” Nick said, lowering Billy to the ground. Swaying, Billy reached out and palmed Nick’s crotch, feeling the length of his cock. It was thick and warm and Billy loved it.
“Not right now,” Nick said, pulling his hand away. He moved Billy back and cradled his face between his gloved hands, stroking Billy’s chin with his thumbs. Billy leaned into the touch, his whole body tingling in pleasure.
Then, much to Billy’s surprise, Nick actually put him to bed. Undressing him gently, Nick stroked his back and shoulders as he helped him out of his shirt, and then tucked him into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck and stroking a strong hand through his hair.
Loving the feel of Nick’s hand on him, Billy fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
Part III
The Trouble with Magic
Nick watched Billy as he slept. The bedroom was quiet except for the sound of Billy’s soft snores, and if it hadn’t been for his alpha vision Nick wouldn’t have been able to see further than the tip of his nose.
But Nickwasan alpha, and he could see perfectly—if in various shades of grey. And right now he was happy for it. The sight of Billy pressing his face into the mattress, breathing in the scent of Nick that clung to the sheets, made him smile with pure joy.
He’d only known Billy a few days, but he was getting more and more certain that he liked him.A lot.
Unlike the tuckered out elf, Nick wasn’t tired in the least. His body brimmed with energy, and if his cock had its way he’d be waking Billy up for a marathon session in the playroom.
But Nick didn’t begrudge Billy his rest. Stroking a hand through the handsome elf’s hair, crouching down next to the bed and resting his chin in the crook of his arm, Nick’s chest warmed when Billy leaned his face into his touch.
The unconscious trust was like a drug. To be leaned on—needed—was everything Nick wanted in a mate.
