Some time later, another unpleasant dream wakes me. Blue is asleep in my arms, on his side, his back pressed against my stomach.
I bring my face closer to his hair and gently kiss his head. He lets out a quiet murmur in his sleep. I adjust my arm so it rests over his stomach and drift off again.
I wake up feeling him move. Sunlight spills into the room. Blue carefully tries to get up without waking me. "Please, don’t go…" I whisper, stopping him, nuzzling my face into the back of his head. "It feels so good when you’re close… so good."
I realize my morning wood is probably pressing against him somewhere around his left ass cheek, so I shift my hips back a little so I don’t overwhelm him.
"Sometimes I need to use the bathroom," Blue says calmly.
"Oh. Right. Silly me."
Blue leaves, and I lie in bed feeling like an idiot. I glance at my phone and notice it’s already 8:30. I feel decent, I slept from around 1 pm yesterday.
I decide I won’t ruin Blue’s day, especially since I remember he has patient meetings today. Once a week, he sees around eight people who come to him for genetic consultations about rare and unusual conditions, which he reviews and sometimes selects for further testing in his lab.
I’m already on my feet when Blue comes back.
Seeing me standing there in just my boxers, he stops in the doorway and our eyes meet. He’s dressed in a simple T-shirt and sweatpants, a rare look for him, but it makes him seem younger, less armored than usual, when he’s wrapped in that aura of authority and composure.
Now there’s silence between us. I don’t know what to say, because yesterday changed something between us, probably forever. A line was crossed,hopefullyirreversibly.
The stress over what he might say next forms a knot in my throat.
The safest thing I can do is stick to something neutral.
So I blurt out,
"At 10 am you have appointments, right? Maybe we should get going…"
"Yes, I do. But are you sure you’re able to accompany me?"
"Of course, Blue. I don’t want to be a burden, I feel relatively fine now."
"You are not a burden to me, Gabriel," he says simply, without adding anything else, his voice neutral.
"Thank you," I reply quietly, pretty sure my cheeks just flushed a little. "I’ll take a shower and get dressed then, I’ll be ready in ten minutes."
"How’s your arm?"
"I think it’s fine, I don’t feel anything wrong with it."
"We should change your dressing."
"Then maybe after I shower."
Blue looks at me for a moment, as if deciding whether to say something, then just nods slowly, steps back, and leaves the room.
I still find three minutes to jerk off, to clear my head a little.
Just because Blue said yesterday that he needs to think things through doesn’t mean he already has and that we’re about to have some conversation that pushes our relationship forward.
I want that, sure, but I also don’t want to get my hopes up and end up disappointed if he turns me down.
I notice a new text on my phone.
Veyron: "I read in the news there was another attack on Blue, unsuccessful. According to reports ‘his bodyguard saved him!’ Looks like you’re earning your paycheck, congrats, and condolences to Blue, what a life…"
"Yeah, it sucks for him, he can’t have a normal life."
