Chapter 18 Everything He Hates
Oh, fuck, what was happening? Screw it, who cares!? Cecil closed his eyes and leaned in.
One of Sin’s fangs scraped over his bottom lip and he gasped.
Sin used his surprise to deepen the kiss.
And when his tongue brushed against Cecil’s, Cecil stopped giving two fucks about what was happening, only that it was happening and he wanted it.
As his legs were starting to go weak, Cecil clasped onto Sin’s broad shoulders.
He felt dizzy and dazed by the time Sin pulled away—due in part to him forgetting to breathe. But really, who could concentrate on trying to breathe when someone’s tongue was in their mouth? Admittedly, Cecil had never been the best multitasker.
Hoots and hollers broke through the daze quickly, and a scorching heat spread across his face. Sin, the annoying bastard, didn’t seem too concerned about everyone staring, or the large number of lewd comments being shouted at them.
There was a slight pink tinge to the man’s cheeks, but the scent coming from Sin told Cecil that it was arousal and not embarrassment. Nope, Sin was just smiling that irritating smile of his, his baby-blue eyes bright and his lips slightly wet from their kiss.
The man was still cupping Cecil’s face. His touch was so gentle, like he was holding something precious or easily breakable. Sin’s hands felt cool against his cheeks, and he leaned into one of them.
Cecil had so many questions. The prominent one being…why had Sin kissed him? Cecil was not so foolish to believe it was the mistletoe. At least, he hoped it wasn’t. Because that would make Sin an asshole.
“Why?” he demanded.
His smile never faltered as Sin replied, “I care for you, Cecil.”
Cecil blinked. “You care for me?”
“Yes. I will not claim love. It is too soon to claim such feelings. But I care for you deeply. The time I have spent around you, all our conversations, your laughs and smiles, they have ignited a burning desire inside me.” Sin laughed.
“I will be honest, I tried to ignore it at first. But I find I cannot do so any longer, as it is a desire I now wish to explore.”
His eyes widened and his heart started to pound—holy fuck! “That was so fucking sappy.”
The people who Cecil had attempted to ignore burst out laughing. Great, because this wasn’t embarrassing enough!
Sin snorted. “Cecil…”
“What? It so was,” he snapped defensively.
Was Sin telling the truth? Did the man really want him? But why? He was a thief, he had nothing. His parents hadn’t even wanted him. He was a nothing. Somebody like Sin shouldn’t have even given him a second glance.
Cecil shook his head—no! Sin was different, wasn’t he? Sin had never looked at Cecil in disgust, he had never treated him as lesser.
But could he trust this? What would happen if he didn’t? If he pushed Sin away now, took his words as lies, would he be giving up his only chance to be happy? Cecil liked Sin, and he wanted to be with him.
So maybe…just maybe, this one last time, he’d give someone his trust. He would give it, if only for the slim chance that it would work out. Because he wanted to believe again that the world didn’t completely suck.
Cecil threw himself at Sin, climbed him like a spider monkey and kissed him. When he wrapped his legs around Sin’s waist, the man laughed into his mouth. The vampire cupped his ass with one hand, holding him up.
He vaguely realized Sin was moving, pushing through the rowdy crowd—all of whom Cecil refused to acknowledge—but he was too lost in the kiss to care much about anything.
When the need to breathe became overwhelming, Cecil broke the kiss and buried his face into Sin’s neck. He so needed to improve his multitasking skills, but how did one practice kissing without another person? Cecil supposed he could always use a pillow…
No, that was a horrible idea—getting caught doing that would not be worth anything he learned!
Cecil was surprised when after only a few doorways they went from the softly lit hallways to the darkness of a bedroom. He was pretty sure the hallway they had been in led to the rec room. Lucky bastard didn’t have to worry about getting lost just to get to his room, Cecil thought snidely.
Sin’s room was comprised of many rooms, but he didn’t get a chance to examine anything because the man strode quickly to their destination—the bed.
Sin laid him down on soft emerald-green covers, pulled Cecil’s shirt over his head, and bent to kiss him again. It was a short kiss.
Kneeling over him, Sin just stared. There was yearning in his eyes, but for some reason, he was hesitating. Which couldn’t be a good thing. Cecil feared Sin was about to say something that would piss him off—and he did.
“Cecil, I…we shouldn’t be doing this.” Sin shifted off of Cecil and sat beside him.
“And why the hell not?” he snapped, sitting up.
“It wouldn’t be proper.”
“You said you wanted me!” The scars on him suddenly started to itch. “Unless that was a lie…” Cecil’s hands balled into fists and he murmured softly, “Not that I would blame you.”
His body became cold when he glanced down at himself. Cecil couldn’t help but wince. His scars seemed to stand out starkly from the rest of his pale skin.
How had I forgotten? Cecil thought. He had honestly never thought about them—hadn’t even thought about how others would perceive them. It appears he should have.
Sin grasped Cecil’s hands in his and kissed them softly. “You are beautiful, don’t doubt that. And I was not lying, Cecil, I do want you. But this is…this is not the way to start a healthy relationship. Jumping into bed is not something I am comfortable with. It’s…not in my nature.”
He doubted the beautiful part, as the scars were pretty ugly, but whatever. There were other things to worry about right now. “Oh, you can’t be fucking serious,” Cecil growled in frustration.
“Cecil, language.”
“So, what, you want to date?”
The man nodded. “Yes, I wish to have at least one date with you before that.” Smiling, Sin laid down on his side, facing Cecil, bending his elbow to rest his head on his hand.
Cecil groaned loudly and flopped back. “You are the most frustrating man in the world. And you are annoyingly polite. Also, you don’t swear, which is totally not cool.
Because, come on, fuck is an amazing word.
There are so many ways to use it. Not to mention, you have a weird name.
” Cecil paused briefly and thought about what he just said.
“Why the hell do I even like you? It doesn’t make sense!
I mean, seriously, look at your eyebrows!
Eyebrows don’t grow that way! And your name is really wh—”
“You already mentioned my name.” Sin let out a short burst of laughter, and failed at his attempt to cover it up with a cough.
“It’s not funny!”
“Sin is not my real name.”
I knew it!
“Thank fuck. See? It can be used to show relief. Now you try,” Cecil coaxed.
“Cecil!”
He decided then and there that he would never stop saying fuck. “So, what is your name then?”
“Sinclair.”
Cecil blanched—oh, that was so much worse than Sin.
“But my mother hated it as much as she hated the man who gave it to me, so she shortened it. I have been ‘Sin’ for the majority of my life.”
“Guessing your parents didn’t get along.”
“No, in many ways my father was similar to yours.”
“I’m sorry,” Cecil murmured softly.
“Nothing for you to be sorry about. My father is long dead.”
“Mine’s not…”
“Cecil, I promise you now, your father will suffer for all the wrong he has done.”
Well, this conversation had gone to hell. He wanted to go back to kissing and laughing.
“I see…and your eyebrows?”
Sin slowly grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll never tell.”
“What? Why not?” Cecil whined.
“A man has to have his secrets.”
Cecil rolled his eyes. And then something caught his eye and he smirked. “Want me to help with that?” Cecil asked, pointing at Sin’s erection.
Sin laughed, but his gaze heated. “I am sure if we work together we can both find the release we need.”
“I thought you said no sex.”
The man’s expression turned thoughtful. “I had already assumed you were innocent, but it appears I underestimated how innocent.”
He sputtered, “I am not innocent!”
“In the ways of pleasure, you are. There are many ways to please your partner without penetrating them.”
His face heated. “I know things,” Cecil lied.
Sin was right. Even with all the hustling, he didn’t really know much about sex, besides the generic things like anal and blow jobs. Cecil hadn’t done either, but he knew the mechanics.
“If you say so,” Sin said with a knowing grin.
“I do!”
Still grinning, Sin trailed one of his fingers along the side of Cecil’s right arm. He shuddered at the soft caress.
“Simple touches can become so much more. Do you want me to touch you, Cecil?”
“W-what?”
Suddenly, Sin was on top of him again, and there was an evil glint in his eyes. “Do you want to feel my hands against your bare skin?” The vampire leaned down and kissed Cecil’s right ear. His next words came out in a deep rumble. “My fingers sliding down each curve, each dip.”
His eyes widened at the visual. Little Cecil, who had softened during their conversation, perked right back up.
Sin let out a low chuckle and ran his tongue along the rim of Cecil’s ear, all the way to the point. “I just want to nip at these beautiful tips.”
Groaning, his cock throbbed in protest at being ignored.
“W-what?” Cecil sputtered again dumbly. What the hell was happening?!
“Can you imagine my tongue running over other places? The chilled air hitting your wet, heated cock after leaving the warmth of my mouth. Just thinking of how your body will arch, the sweet moans you will give me, is…maddening.” Sin shivered and let his hips drop.