Chapter 9 Throwing the Trash Out #2
She turns her attention back to Sivan. “As soon as I’m done with whatever the captain assigns me to do, I will be back.
I don’t want to see you in his room when I get there.
I trust that my fiancé has already told you that I’m aware of this thing between the two of you.
” She gives him one more fake smile and heads toward our fathers.
“Coming, Captains!” she says as she hurries over.
Harlow is only about 5’3”, and Sivan and I are 6’0” and 5’11” respectively, but man, the way she just talked down to him, you’d think he was small enough to squish with her heel.
Sivan’s mouth is wide open, and his cheeks are flushed.
I kind of like the way he looks right now after being bullied.
It’s like his pride is hurt, but he also looks kind of adorable, like he needs someone to console him.
“Who the hell does she think she is? You aren’t even engaged for real and look how she’s treating you?
Shit, look how she’s treating me,” he says.
I think he’s forgetting that Harlow has no idea that I don’t intend to marry her. As far as she knows, I’m going to go through with it. I don’t even know how to deal with all this, I just want to lay down.
“Come on, let’s go,” I say. Sivan and I are walking toward my room, and the hall is full of crew members.
Each one is smiling but they’re giving me the weirdest looks.
I have no idea why everyone is staring at the two of us like they know our secret.
They couldn’t possibly. But still, we’ve passed three different groups, and each time it’s been the same.
With the halls being so busy, my father must have already passed the message on about the meeting.
He didn’t say that either of us needed to go, though.
Just as we reach my room, two more crew members approach us.
“Vincent, what are you wearing?” Iggy asks. “The captaincy ceremony is at the end of the week. Did you decide to join Captain Crawford’s crew instead?”
“Yeah,” Petra says. “You look like a proper member of Captain Crawford’s crew in that blue.”
Both of them are just standing in front of us waiting for an answer.
This explains why everyone was looking so strangely at me.
I completely forgot that I was wearing Sivan’s clothes.
“No,” I say, turning my door handle. “I had to borrow his clothes, that’s all.
Carry on, you nosey shits.” They both laugh and walk away, while Sivan and I head inside my bedroom.
Once inside, I unbutton the coat I’m wearing and lay it on my dresser, placing Sivan’s sword atop it. Holding my head, I sigh. “I really feel terrible, Sivan. My head is killing me.” I pull my hair tie out, scrunch my hair, and immediately I feel a little better. Maybe my bun was too tight?
“You need to lie down,” Sivan says, while unbuttoning his coat and placing his pistol on my dresser. He looks seriously at me, then lies down on the floor at the foot of my bed.
“Uh, what the hell are you doing?” I ask. His back is so muscular, not that it can be seen right now, but I’ve seen it enough times to have a pretty good mental image of it.
He looks up at me. “What do you think I’m doing? Showing you how many pushups I can do?”
He’s not doing pushups, although I would really like to watch that right now. “I have no idea, honestly. How many pushups can you do, by the way?”
He smiles. “I don’t know how many pushups I can do. But what I’m actually doing is looking for a recording device, before she comes back. Wait, did you forget again?”
“I did forget, but I don’t feel good, Sivan. I still feel a bit dizzy. Come lie down with me.” I flop onto my bed and take my pants off, kicking them to the side of the bed.
Sivan stands up and walks beside me, then pulls the covers up tightly, before feeling my forehead again.
“You are a bit warm, but you also feel kind of clammy, too. How can you be both?” He kisses my forehead.
“The problem is that there’s a recording device in this room, and I need to find it.
Just close your eyes and rest while I look. I’ll leave after I find it.”
“I don’t want you to leave when I fall asleep. I need to get up and help you look.” I can feel my eyes closing against my will. “And…and I don’t want her in here. Don’t go…”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry,” he says, lightly raking his fingers through my hair. “I’ve got you. I’ll stay here while you sleep. I just won’t open the door when she comes.”
“Please, please don’t leave me, Sivan. I promise I’ll fix everything.”
I feel his hand rubbing my hair. “Shh…” His warm lips press against my forehead again. “You need to rest. You’re talking nonsense. I will never leave you… We’ll be together, no matter what.”
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My body jolts, and I find myself wrapped in Sivan’s arms. It’s still light outside, so I probably didn’t sleep for too long.
“Lay back down,” he says rubbing my arm from behind. “It’s just Sam knocking on the door. He said something about your father telling him to bring you something to eat, so he’s leaving the tray outside for you.”
“Oh. Well, aren’t you hungry? I can go grab the tray; I feel better than I did earlier. I think I just needed a nap.”
“No. I don’t want you to get up. You’ve felt so warm all afternoon. I was afraid if I moved something would happen. Just relax.”
“Alright,” I say and lay back down. My body fits so nicely beside him. He is slightly bigger than me, so tucking up like this with him wrapping me up from behind feels so comforting. Now I understand why people say they want to be the little spoon.
Sivan kisses the top of my head and inhales. It’s strange that having his arms wrapped around me gives me all the comfort I need in these moments. I wonder if he feels this way when I hold him?
“By the way, she hasn’t come by, and I didn’t find the recording device,” he says. “I looked for a while before getting into bed with you. I don’t believe that she took it out of your room, but I honestly have no idea where it could be at this point.”
“Well, I’m happy that she hasn’t come by yet. But the recorder thing…where could it be? What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know. I looked everywhere before I finally gave up. Maybe it’s not in here anymore. It’s really strange that she hasn’t come around yet. Especially because as far as she’s concerned, you’re still going to marry her. Ugh, I almost threw up when I said that.”
He’s not the only one who got nauseous at the thought.
“Yeah, but you know I’m not going to do that.
I completely forgot that my dad is trying to force that to happen this weekend, too.
He loves saying stuff is asinine, but what’s he thinking?
Our ships should be coming in tomorrow, then we have the inspection, the tattoos, the promotion, now Slicer is poking around, and my dad thinks now would be a good time for a wedding? ”
“Yeah, but in his defense, he said that before we met the messenger. Also, he’s always wanted you to get married, you heard him; he feels like if he doesn’t force you to do it now, you’ll back out, and be alone forever, since you’re so picky.”
“I’m not picky, I just didn’t know what I needed, until I had it.”
“Yep, you just needed my dick.”
I laugh loudly and turn to face him. “Well…”
Sivan is holding my face with both hands.
“Aww, your cheeks are getting all red. Don’t be embarrassed.
I am actually picky and didn’t know what I needed until I had your ass.
Technically, the kiss did it for me, but the ass sealed the deal.
” He kisses my lips quickly and presses his forehead to mine.
“Your filthy little tongue saved me that night.”
I kiss him softly, then realize that my tray is still outside my door.
“I have to get my lunch, or people are going to start knocking.” I roll out of bed and quickly grab the tray.
The halls are empty, which is good, and I don’t smell Harlow’s perfume, which is also good.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, placing the tray on my dresser.
“I’m not in the mood for any of this. There are some chicken fingers, fries, and a peach. ”
Sivan is lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand. He’s patting the bed. “No, thank you, but I’ll take your peach right here.”
As I walk over to him, I’m surely smiling like an idiot, not because he just called my ass a peach, but because I just realized that my sheets will smell like him again. I need to keep him in bed with me for as long as possible.
I get back in bed beside him and lie on my side. He wraps his arm around me and squeezes. “Vincent, I know we have so much going on, but all I can think about is how happy I am to have you wrapped in my arms like this.”
Soft kisses tickle the back of my neck and bare shoulders. “Wait, where is my shirt? How did my shirt end up off?”
“You did that about an hour after you laid down. You mumbled that you were burning up, then fell right back asleep.”
Wow. I don’t even remember that.
More kisses softly litter my shoulders and neck. “There’s something about the warmth of your skin against my lips that is driving me crazy right now,” Sivan says.
The kisses that started as soft little pecks have gradually increased to light sucking and licking. “Mmm, I love the way your tongue feels on my neck.” My cock is beginning to stir. I scoot in closer, grinding my ass against him.
He responds in kind, placing both hands beneath the covers, pulling my lower half against his, pressing his hard cock between my cheeks.
“I wish you would take these off,” I say, rubbing the outline of his dick through his pants. “I want to feel closer, like this morning.” Did I just say I want to feel closer? What is it about him that makes me want the closeness somehow more than the sex? Why was that what came out of my mouth?
“Mmm,” Sivan moans, and begins fumbling with the front of his pants. “Are you sure you’re feeling better?”