He tosses me a quick smile and slouches forward a bit, accommodating me so I can dry him more comfortably. I rake my fingers through his wet strands, then follow up with the towel all the while massaging his scalp. He goes boneless in my arms.
“God, this feels amazing.”
His praise sends a warm wave through my body. I savor the moment, imprinting into memory how it feels to have somebody so completely defenseless in my presence. I’ve never had someone trust me to this extent.
Tommy sighs in content, his fingers running up and down my thigh in a mindless pattern. I prepared the hair dryer, but I don’t reach for it.
“I’m falling asleep, I think,” he says, slurring his words a little.
After a dangerous day like the one we had, a hot shower or bath can do wonders for one’s exhaustion. “Just a bit more and I’ll let you rest.”
“Okay…”
By the time I’m done with his head, his body has fully relaxed. He’s also snoring lightly, and it’s the cutest thing ever.
Smiling to myself, I slide him under the feathery bed cover in just his underwear. I had a pajama prepared, but I suppose this will do. I’m still in my bathrobe, so I take that off, put on some underwear and lie down next to him. We’ve got just about two hours until dinner, so I decideto hold off on my own nap and just watch over him as he sleeps. He looks like an angel, beautiful and ethereal with his long lashes fanned over his cheeks, with his lush lips pressed lightly together and his blond mop surrounding his face like a golden halo.
But I know better. Oh, I do. Tommy is no angel, even if he looks like one. He’s the little devil who stole my heart.
12
Nikolas
Iwakeupwitha deep groan as electricity creeps down my spine.
“Fuck, this really worked,” Tommy says, his voice low and raspy.
I rub my eyes, but it takes me a few seconds to remember where I am and how I got here, then a further few to get used to the gloom that has settled around the room. The lights were on when I lay down, but that’s no longer the case, so the only source of illumination is the small window on the left wall.
“What’s—”
Another groan rips out of me as a wave of pleasure surges up from my cock through the rest of my body. I squint, my heart pounding as I realize what is happening.
Tommy is smiling at me from up close as he grinds his hips back and forth on top of me. Our dicks rub together through the thin fabric of our underwear. Oh fuck, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. What time is it even? I remember lying in bed next to him, thinking how incredibly cute he is. I was planning to just watch him sleep, but I must’ve been more tired than I thought.
I clasp Tommy’s snatched waist, grinding teeth so I keep my voice down.
“Fuck yes. Someone’s finally awake.” He leans in, pecking my lips. “I never thought waking up a man with sex would be so difficult. You were out cold, Niko. I’ve been at it for ten minutes. Those porn vids are so full of shit.”
I shut my eyes, saying a prayer to nobody in particular. No wonder my dick is hard as a rock since this little devil has been rubbing against it for a while. I commend his creativity and dedication, of course, but I was definitely not prepared for this.
Tommy looks so innocent with his blond curls and blue eyes, like an angel that’s descended from the heavens to watch over me, but that’s all an illusion. He’s no angel, this one.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I push out, struggling to maintain a steady voice.
“I mean… I was, but I got thirsty. Went to get some water, then lay back down and saw you sleeping propped on your elbow as if you’d been watching over me.” He scrunches his nose. “You looked really sexy. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t because, you know, you were right here. And then I looked at the time and thought there is better use for the forty minutes we have until dinner than trying and failing to fall asleep.”
When he puts it that way…
I poke my tongue out, swiping it over the seam of his lips. They are so so temptingly close. “Oh yeah? So you got horny instead?”
He smiles. “It wasn’t hard at all with such a fine man lying next to me.”
This mouth is so shameless. I slide my hands up his thighs until I’m groping his perky ass, kneading and spreading it. He moans and it goes straight to my dick. “This fine man better take care of you then.”
“Yes,puh-lease!”
My stomach twists with nerves and anticipation. Prickles cover my back, arms, anywhere my skin is exposed. Tommy smells of the flowery shampoo he used earlier, and I smell of that, too. Do I belong to him, or does he belong to me? Or maybe it goes both ways?
