25. Travis
TWENTY-FIVE
TRAVIS
Jasper stormed off to his room as soon as Finn left, and I started packing. He told me he’d let me quit, and I intended to take him up on it and get the hell out of here.
My glasses were on the coffee table, so I walked from my room to get them as a light hammering sounded on the door. It was a strange sound; an angry knock, but done by someone with no energy to do it with any force.
Curious, I hurried to the door, opening it wide, not sure what to expect on the other side, but Finn bent over, breathing like he’d run a marathon, was not it.
He stumbled into the room, and no matter how much I disliked him, I couldn’t ignore how pale he was or how swollen his lips and eyes looked.
He reached for me, but before I could ask him what was wrong, he collapsed.
“Fuck.” I shut the door and dropped to my knees, looking on in horror as he pointed, but to where I couldn’t work out. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Hee.” His voice was raspy, as if he was struggling for air.
“Jas,” I screamed. “Jas, get out here.”
Rolling Finn on his side, I pulled the tie on his corset, wondering if he just couldn’t breathe because of that. When it was loose enough, I tugged it from his body, gently rolling him back and then unfastening his shirt and pulling it open, desperately trying to work out what was wrong.
“Hee,” he wheezed again.
“Jasper, for fuck’s sake. Get out here.”
I tugged his shirt open, my eyes landing on the scars that covered his side, but they looked old, so I guessed they weren’t the source of his problems.
“Jasper Fischer,” I yelled at the top of my voice, letting out a rush of air when he opened his door.
“Trav, I don’t want to fi—Finn?”
“What happened? What did you do?”
He appeared next to me, and I tried to ignore how much it hurt that he thought I’d hurt him.
“Hee,” Finn croaked out again before his eyes fluttered closed and his body went limp.
“Bee,” Jasper cried. “Shit, he’s allergic. Where’s his bag?” He looked around the room frantically, spotting it in the corner by the door. He ran over, rummaging through it before he pulled out what I presumed was an EpiPen.
“How do you use these?” he asked me, wide eyed.
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Don’t you just stab it somewhere?” I turned my attention to Finn. “Don’t you dare die on me, Twinkle.” He wasn’t moving so I reached down and tapped his cheek, trying to revive him.
“Don’t slap him,” Jasper muttered. My eyes flicked up to his.
“I’m not slapping him. I’m checking to see if he’s unconscious. I don’t think him being unconscious is good, Jas.” I sounded panicked. “Hurry up.
“I am. I’m trying to read the instructions. Okay, jab pen firmly into upper thigh at a right angle. Hold for three seconds.” He looked at me. “Do we do it through his clothes?”
“Should we call an ambulance?” I asked as I repositioned myself behind Finn, pulling him so he was in between my thighs, his back to my chest.
“No, he doesn’t have time. Deadly allergy he told me. Shit, what if he dies? Okay, trousers off,” he said decisively.
Without hesitating, I unbuckled Finn’s trousers, bending him a little forcefully as I shoved down his trousers to his knees, my eyes landing on the tight pink briefs he was wearing, reminding myself this was not the time to stare at another man’s cock.
“There,” I said, turning my attention to Jasper, who was on his knees, EpiPen held out to the side before plunging it against Finn’s thigh.
He shuffled closer while we waited for the medicine to work.
“Come on, little one. No one is being killed by a bee while they’re angry with me. I need you to wake up and shout at me some more.”
I expected some dramatic gasp of air or his eyes popping open, but neither of those things happened, and Jasper and I sat, staring at a half undressed, unconscious man.
“Come on, Twinkle. Look, if you live, I promise to be nicer.” My heart hammered as I offered up a prayer that he’d be okay.
“It’s not working,” Jasper cried after a few moments. “I’m calling for an am?—”
“Bee,” Finn muttered, his speech clearer.
“I know. We got you, Finn. You’re going to be okay.” Jasper shuffled closer, cupping Finn’s cheek and rubbing his thumb up and down. “How are you feeling?”
“Nice.” He wriggled in my hold, his eyes still firmly closed. I froze, realising he was between my thighs, and I didn’t hate it. Jasper looked at him with such reverence. I waited for my jealousy to hit again, but it didn’t. Instead, warmth spread through my chest. A feeling I didn’t understand.
“You’ve just been stung by a bee and fainted. Are you sure you’re okay?” Jasper asked, his voice soft as he lowered his hand.
“No, I hurt like hell,” Finn mumbled. “My throat is on fire, but this bed is nice.”
I chuckled. “Not a bed, Twinkle.
He twisted slowly, looking up at me, and then groaned, “Oh great,” before righting himself. “Why am I half naked? What did you both do to me?”
“I gave you your EpiPen.”
“Right. And you had to undress me, why?”
Jasper’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know if it would work through your trousers.”
“And I had no clue what was going on. I thought that damn corset was too tight or had punctured a lung.”
“I’m sorry to be an inconvenience.” He tried to push himself up from the floor, but, whether he was weak or because of the disarray of his clothes, he slumped back into my lap.
“Whoah,” Jasper cried, getting to his feet. “Let me help.” He held out his hands, helping him stand. Finn looked unsteady on his feet and a little strange with his shirt half hanging off and his trousers now around his ankles.
“Trav, come and help Finn for a second.” His gaze landed on Finn. “Can I go in your room?”
“Erm, I guess.”
I stood.
“Make sure he doesn’t fall,” he instructed. I placed my hands on Finn’s hips, the feel of his silky soft skin under my fingers sending a bolt of something I wasn’t expecting to my cock.
“I’ll be fine,” he mumbled as he tried to step out of my hold.
“Oh, no, Twinkle. I’ve been given a job, and I won’t be letting you fall flat on your face on my watch.”
He tried to wiggle free, so I stepped up closer, pressing my body against his, which apparently was something I liked the feel of because I’d missed the weight of him pressed against me when he stood. I brought my lips close to his ear. “Stay still.”
“I don’t have to listen to you.”
I almost smiled at how bratty he sounded.
“You will, and you will thank me for it while you do.”
“Arsehole,” he whispered almost inaudibly, making me chuckle.
“I’m back.” Jasper appeared in front of us, pausing for a second as his eyes bounced between us. “Wow.” He swallowed hard before licking his lips, then he shook his head and held out something black. “Let me help you put this on.”
Jasper dropped to his knees and looked up at us through his long fair lashes just as Finn leant back, his tight, round arse pressing against my cock as I let out a long, low groan.