“How much sleep did we get? Like three hours total?” he mumbles.
“The real question is… why are all of the other detectives too useless to do this stuff on their own, so we must sacrifice our precious sleep for them?” I ask.
“It’s what happens when you’re the best.”
I grin, having assumed he’d say something like, “Oh, they’re not useless, blah blah,” but instead, he just fed my ego, and I approve. “Please don’t boost my ego too much, Gabriel. You know I’ll get greedy,” I say as I squeeze him to me, not prepared to ever let him go. He really is so lovely. I could kiss him all over and still not get enough of him.
I close my eyes, prepared to succumb to his embrace before he gives me a gentle shake, which causes me to receive a cat pawright on my eyelid as Lucy Fur, which is the much superior name for the satanic cat, makes her way off the bed.
“Your cat is trying to remove my eyeballs, Gabriel.”
“She just… it was the quickest way to her food bowl,” he says, like going around my head would cause her some great distress.
“Ah yes, so quick. She just wanted to use my eyeball fluids to moisturize her paw pads like in those videos I see you watching.”
“Don’t make fun of the cat spa videos that I find adorable,” Gabriel warns. Like how could I not make fun of them? The second he saw one, he tossed all of the shit they used in the cart and then proceeded to try his hand at moisturizing Lucille’s paws, like cats have been domesticated for ten thousand years without paw pad moisturizer and will suddenly expire without soft paws.
That cat will let him do anything to her that he wants… but she wouldn’t let him do that.
She wasn’t mean about it, of course not, but she sure pulled her paw this way and that way until it was a moving target that he couldn’t pin down. I told him he could moisturize my fingers all he wanted, and he just grunted and proceeded to shower Lucy Fur with treats… like she did anything worth treating her for.
I get up and wander over to my dresser for underwear and socks before making my way to the closet that I stare inside. It really isn’t that hard of a decision, but it’s made significantly harder by my sleep-deprived mind. I grab some slacks and opt for a looser button-up so I can cram warm clothes under and over it, realizing I’ll likely be stuck at the zoo for at least part of the day. When I’m done fastening the final button, I look over at the bed where Gabriel has managed to kick the sheets off, but that’s as far as his naked ass has gotten.
I grin down at the view.
“I approve.”
He opens an eye, not sacrificing both for this engagement. “I’m pleased you do.”
I grab his underwear and a pair of khakis before heading over to him where I kneel on the bed. Rolling him onto his back, I slip the underwear over his feet and then proceed to follow the underwear up his leg with kisses trailing up his calf and ending at his thigh.
“Oh, don’t wake up the lower half. We definitely don’t have time for that.”
I lift his leg a bit more and kiss his inner thigh. “I was just giving you good-morning kisses.”
“I… I can’t refute that,” he says while I lift his ass enough to pull his underwear up. Do my fingers brush over his ass cheeks as I do? Possibly. But I’m never going to pass up a good ass fondle when given the opportunity.
I kiss right above the spot his underwear rests. He shivers and reaches for my head.
“Your scruff tickles.”
“Yeah? I just want to eat you all up,” I murmur as I kiss the same spot again. His fingers grip my hair and I feel the way he’s starting to get hard.
“We really can’t, Liam. We’re supposed to be at a briefing in thirty minutes. We’re already going to be late,” Gabriel says.
“If we’re already going to be late?—”
“We’re supposed to talk during it!”
I grumble and kiss him again before sucking on a spot that makes him squirm and laugh.
“Stop. You’re a menace,” he says.
“No idea what you’re talking about.” I used to think that the only thing that could snag my attention would be to hunt someone truly despicable who needed to die. But now… now this is my addiction. Sometimes I wonder what he’d think if he knew how much I needed him. As someone who never reallyunderstood emotions, feeling all of these toward Gabriel is such a strange thing…
I manage to get his khakis on him without causing him too many more problems in the nether region—that is until I button them, push up the zipper and then kiss his cock through his pants.
“You’re killing me,” he whines.
