He stood there, leaning forward just slightly. Seb thought Declan was going to reach out, but he brushed his hand across his chin instead. The need that tugged at Seb’s ribs got stronger, harder to deny.
“Will you sleep in here?” Seb asked. His voice was soft, almost like it would break, but he forced the words out anyway, his need stronger than his shame or hesitation. “I’d feel better if I weren’t alone at night.”
Declan turned his eyes to the door, then back. Seb’s heart was pounding. He patted the bed to show what he meant as he forced himself to hold Declan’s eyes. “Please?” he asked weakly.
Declan closed his eyes, then opened them again. “Okay,” he said. “I can do that.”
Seb smiled, basking in another rush of comfort. “Thank you.”
“Just let me run to my wing for a minute, okay?”
When he left, Seb quickly changed into his pajamas, hurrying so Declan wouldn’t walk in on him in his underwear. He couldn’t believe he had actually asked something like that of Declan, but more than that, he couldn’t believe Declan had actually said yes.
By the time Declan returned, Seb wasn’t thinking about the intruders, or the threats, or his father. He was only thinking about Declan and how much he needed to be with that man, held in his strength.
Declan had on a pair of green sweatpants, slung low enough that Seb could see the lines of his hips, pointing down. The black tank he wore gave a fuller view of his tattoos than Seb had seen before, the flames and knives and skulls that covered his biceps popping. Seb swallowed, then crawled into the bed.
“You want to put on a TV show?” Declan asked. “It’s good to have a distraction sometimes, instead of just repeating the break-in in your mind all night.”
Seb pulled himself up on his elbows. “That sounds smart,” he said, gesturing to the television across from the bed. “Whatever you’d like to watch, I guess.”
Declan lifted the remote, then flipped on the set. It was still readied up to play the anime from earlier, and Seb felt a wave of embarrassment that he was watching a cartoon, something so juvenile when the bodyguard was so hardened. Before Declan could say anything, though, he hit the remote and the show started playing.
“It’s an anime,” Seb muttered.
Declan settled into his side of the bed. It was king-size, and the space made it easy for Seb and Declan each to keep to their own sides as Declan crawled in.
“Cool,” he said casually. “I’ve never watched one of these.”
An owl hooted outside, and occasionally, Seb heard the wind pass through the trees while his heart thudded with desperate desire. For the most part, though, the house was quiet except for the quiet hum of the television show, and an occasional low chuckle from Declan as he watched the antics on the screen. A strange mixture of desire, exhaustion, and nervousness swirled through Seb, but slowly, he drifted off into the comfort of having another person in bed, someone to share the night.
“Good night, Seb,” Declan said, his voice so low, Seb almost missed it.
“Good night, Declan,” he answered, then slowly drifted to sleep.
DECLAN
Declan woke up pressed close to something soft and warm. Still half asleep, he groaned as he rotated his hips, and the nice, warm thing pressed back.
His eyes shot open. The back of Seb’s head was in Declan’s face, and when Declan exhaled, his breath played through Seb’s ruffled hair.
Seb made a little whimpering noise, then arched his ass back. Declan was suddenly achingly aware of his throbbing erection. He sucked in a breath, then gently disentangled their bodies.
“Fuck,” he gasped once he finally reached the hallway. “Pull it together, dude.”
He walked into the kitchen, then gulped a glass of water. His eyes traced the lawn outside for prints in the snow. After a moment, he headed over to the security cameras, flipping through to make sure nothing had changed while he slept.
Once he confirmed they were safe, Declan’s thoughts went straight back to his crotch. His thick dick was still tenting the front of his sweatpants, rigid as when he woke up. He adjusted his erection, then headed into his wing. The second the door swung shut behind him, he shoved his hand down his pants and gripped his rod.
With a groan, Declan stumbled into the bedroom. He must have been hard the whole night; his balls were already that heavy. He spit in his free hand, then fisted his base and rubbed his thumb along his pulsing veins.
He felt like he was on fire. He could smell Seb, like ink and flowers, and feel the curves of his ass. He stroked his own length, slowly a couple of times, then faster.
He imagined shoving his fingers in Seb’s hole, then feeling Seb’s pink lips wrap around his dick. The filthy pictures tortured Declan, tempting him with something he couldn’t have, that he shouldn’t even let himself desire. He tightened his jaw, grinding his teeth as he beat his dick, tortured by what he craved but so, so close to hitting his climax.
“Hello? Declan?”
“Fuck,” he gasped, his hand sliding off his dick, which was left twitching against his stomach. Seb’s voice was just on the other side of the double doors at the end of the hallway. “One second!” Declan barked.
