Chapter 13 Weston
Weston
When my lips part for Sev, just a little, the flood of heat from his tongue is almost too much to take.
It feels like he’s saying it with his whole body, in the way he clutches at me: I’ve been waiting for this.
And God, fuck, I’ve missed him, too.
I just can’t say it out loud.
I’m not too good at saying what I think to anyone, let alone Sevan, because he makes my brain go mental the moment he’s near.
But I can kiss him back.
It’s all I think I’m capable of right now.
I groan a little too loudly as his tongue slides on mine, hot and slick. I snake my hands up his back until I bury my fingers in his hair, and he clutches my waist hard.
When he slides his tongue along mine it almost feels like he’s fucking me, like the first time he took my mouth with his cock.
Better than that, I realize as another current ripples through my body.
I break for a second and rest my forehead on his again. I feel greedy being this close to him, like I need to steal this moment forever and etch it into my memory.
Both of us just breathe for a second. I ignore the gravitational pull he’s exerting on me.
There’s so much I could say.
Wanted this so badly.
Took you long enough to kiss me like that.
Kiss me again, before I fucking disintegrate into the floor?
I don’t say a word. My heart slams in my chest. I’m so close to his face I can see every freckle, every slicked curve of his lips, and his fingers brush along my back, moving higher.
“I don’t usually do things like this,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers through my hair.
“I know you don’t.”
He hums softly and moves to kiss my cheek, trailing down until he’s nuzzling in the crook of my neck.
Stay there. Just… stay.
“Were you having trouble sleeping alone?” he asks me.
I swallow past a dryness in my throat. “Yes,” I say softly. “I was. I’m not great at sleeping in new places.”
“You’re always so honest with me.”
“Sorry.”
“No. I love it. I can come help you get to sleep,” he murmurs.
He exhales and his warm breath near my skin just makes me want his mouth again. “We can’t… do anything.”
He brings his hand to my jaw, cradling it. “What, do you think I’m going to fuck you in my old bedroom, Knox?”
“Shh,” I tell him, bringing a hand up to put my fingers over his mouth.
He kisses them as I slide my fingers away, and when I see his smile I can’t help but smile, too.
I’m crazy.
I’m absolutely cooked.
“Scared someone’s going to wake up?” he whispers.
“Last thing we need is Niko coming in here right now. I’m too tired to explain anything.”
“Then let’s go to the bedroom.”
Sev keeps his promise once he’s tucked under the covers with me.
I’m the one having more trouble.
I’m lying down on my side and he’s there behind me, running his palm over my back and clearly trying to get me to relax.
But I push my ass up against the back of his thighs in bed.
I need it, and I’m too delirious to stop myself.
His heat is tantalizing even through the fabric and I’m trying to ignore how good it feels, how much I wish he could press me into this mattress and fuck me until I can’t think anymore.
“The window helps,” I tell him. Sev cracked the window in here when we came back in and the cool air is fresh and perfect on my skin. Now the bedroom is full of the same faint sound of crickets and the occasional frog.
“How many times have you come to the thought of me since the night of the party?” Sev says from behind me.
I pause for a moment and then shift in bed, turning over to face him while glaring daggers in his direction.
“Your ego could power a small city, you know that, Sev?”
“So could yours.”
“I’m not the one trying to lull you to sleep and then asking questions like that.”
His hand roams upward and he runs his hand along the front of my body, brushing over my nipples in a way that gives me goosebumps. He moves up to my collarbone, touching me like I’m precious.
How could I ever have thought his eyes looked cruel, or mean?
The way he’s looking at me now, with that luminous grey shining under the moonlight from the window, makes me feel like I’d give every piece of my soul to the man if I could.
Dangerous.
“I’ll tell you first, then,” he says, his lashes flicking down, then back up toward my gaze. “I’ve come to the thought of you a lot since the Zenith night.”
“Bullshit.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “You give good head, Knox. Seeing you across the table in the dining hall after that night I almost wanted to drag you into a bathroom stall and make you give it to me again.”
“God,” I groan, rubbing at my face.
He’s making me so fucking hard.
My cock, my nipples, every tense part of my body on high alert for him, like I’m hanging on every touch he gives me.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me,” he teases.
I drop my hands from my face and force myself to look at him again.
“Every time,” I say.
My voice comes out hesitantly, like I’m admitting a deep, dark truth.
“You’ve thought of me every single time you’ve come since that night?” he asks.
I sigh. “Why does it matter? It was hot. Obviously. It was the first time I did stuff like that with a guy, and it turns out I definitely wasn’t wrong about my attraction to men, so… why are you fucking smiling at me like that?”
He puffs out a laugh and I reach out to give his shoulder a little shove in bed.
“You like my cock, that’s why,” he teases me. “I’m flattered.”
“You like mine too.”
“I fucking love your cock. That isn’t a secret, babe.”
My sleepiness fades all at once, just for a minute.
I launch into an attack.
I move to tackle him backward, pinning him back onto the bed as I get above him in a straddle.
“You said you were going to try to help me sleep,” I tell him.
“I will, I will, I promise,” he protests. “This isn’t making it any easier, though.”
I lie back down just as quickly as I got on top of him, because I can’t handle being in a position where I could envision him fucking me that easily.
I need to chill out.
Sev doesn’t want what I want.
And I’m only making myself crazier being so close to him, knowing I won’t be able to resist a single goddamn moment of his physical touch.
I bring the covers up near my face as if they’re armor protecting me from doing something bad.
“Good night, Sev. And don’t fuckin’ fall asleep in here, okay?”
“I won’t, I won’t,” he tells me.
I feel his hand come up and gently start to run his fingers through my hair again. I don’t complain about it, because it feels like heaven on Earth, and I can’t deny that.
He keeps doing it softly, and slowly.
I’ll never understand why it seems to be so much easier to fall asleep when Sevan’s there beside me, like his presence alone makes me feel steadier, like nothing could hurt me when he’s at my side.
If I told you that, would you freak?
“Wes,” he says quietly just as I’m about to nod off.
“Yeah?”
“I really didn’t want help,” he says, “but I’m glad you and Niko came anyway.”
I hate how good that makes me feel.
“It’s really no problem,” I mumble. “And your mom is great. She’ll be okay, even with the divorce.”
“I can’t imagine why she wants to date again. Can’t even fathom it.”
I breathe in a long, slow breath, feeling Sev’s fingers carding through my hair. “She’s just waiting for someone special.”
I’m silent again for a while, thinking of Sev’s room again now, all of the amazing trinkets he’s built or repaired.
“Y’know, I really do love your grandfather’s watch. You should wear it more often,” I murmur at him.
He hums as I feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck.
“You can have it. My gift.”
“Hmm? But it’s your grandfather’s.”
“It’s not my style anyway. It’s yours.”
I make a sound that I hope conveys how pleased I am, but the way Sev’s rubbing my back again now is making me fall asleep like a baby. I know soon enough, he’s going to get up and go back to the living room.
I doze off peacefully, falling into a pure, dreamless sleep.
Too good.
And I like it way, way too much.
But the next time I open my eyes, my limbs feel heavy, and there’s already very bright light shining through the window.
It’s morning.
And Sevan is still right there behind me, asleep.
Fuck.