“We’ll be ready for it in a few hours. I’m going to get this stubborn fool into bed and make him take a nap. The others should be awake before long and we’ll want to have a nice meal.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Thank you.” Pearl was curled against Sawyer’s feet and she looked up at him pitifully. “Take Pearl with you. She needs a break as well, I’m sure. Go on girl. Let Cecil take you outside.”
Her ears perked up at the word. She looked nervously up at Sawyer for a minute, then lumbered to her feet with a big stretch. Cecil followed her from the room, closing the door softly behind him.
“Silly man,” Eduard said. He ran his hand over Sawyer’s head, chuckling over the state of his hair. It looked like he’d been running his fingers through it over and over, the strands sticking up at all angles. He had a stack of papers in front of him, scribbled notes that weren’t in any semblance of order. Arrows pointed to words, which circled around to other points on the page. “Sawyer.”
Sawyer opened his eyes and bolted to his feet in one jerking motion. “Eduard!”
He flung himself into Eduard’s arms and Eduard closed them around him in a tight hug. Sawyer trembled against him, nearly overcome with emotion. “I’m fine, sweetheart. We’re all fine.”
Sawyer raised his head and looked over to the bed.
“They’re fine. Sleeping is what we need to heal. I should have explained that to you.”
“Cecil told me.”
“But you didn’t hear it from us, so it was hard to believe.”
Sawyer shrugged, then buried his face against Eduard’s chest again. “I was so scared.”
“I bet you were. Come to bed. Lie with me.”
“I’m fine,” Sawyer protested. “Go back to bed. Sleep.”
Eduard grumbled and pulled Sawyer with him. “I want you in bed with me.”
“You need to rest.”
“I know I do. And I’ll rest more easily with you beside me.”
Sawyer wanted to protest again, but he was really so tired he couldn’t find the words. Instead he let Eduard guide him back over to the side of the bed. He stripped off Sawyer’s T-shirt and shorts with barely a protest.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to be skin to skin with you. It’ll help me.”
Sawyer arched a brow and made a face at him. “You’re making that up.”
“Maybe.” He stripped off his own clothes, then pulled Sawyer against him. “But you’ve heard of sexual healing, right? They even made a song about it.”
Sawyer poked him in the ribs. “Don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have sex. We’ll disturb the others.”
“Hmm. I guess that means you’ll have to be really, really quiet then. You think you can do that for me, Sawyer? Let me get inside you, but stay so quiet.”
Sawyer trembled. “I don’t know.”
“You can do it. Come on.”
He helped Sawyer lay down on the bed. When he slid into bed beside Sawyer, he saw that he had his full attention. He reached for the bottle of salve and sat it carefully on Sawyer’s stomach.
He dipped his fingers into it, then traced them over Sawyer’s soft cock. “So perfect,” he whispered. “Beautiful.”
“You’re the beautiful ones. All of you.”
“Shh,” Eduard said. “You’re supposed to be quiet.”
