Page 106 of Static/Cling

“You are the love of his life.”

“I don’t know.”

“Shut up.”

He snapped his mouth shut.

Kassian got off the couch and went to him, pulling his arms out of their cross so he could get close enough to touch him. “Maybe he is afraid of what he can do. The same way you are.”

“What?”

Kassian slowly and gently laid a hand on Bjorn’s chest.

Bjorn’s muscles twitched and his posture tightened. He gritted his teeth as a snap of electricity stung Kassian’s palm.

“You’re afraid your power will hurt someone.”

“Because it can.”

“So can his.” Kassian studied the snaps of blue and white light as they flowed over Bjorn’s skin. “At least what he did in that compound?—”

“Yeah.” Bjorn cut him off. He pushed away from the wall and traced his fingertips along Kassian’s jaw. “I was there.”

“So you use him to make sure you’re in control.”

“I don’t use him.”

“It’s not a judgement. Just a fact.” He gasped when Bjorn’s spark changed from light snaps to a sharp zing along his throat that tightened his skin and made his cock twitch. “You ever think he’s using you right back?”

“For what? Good sex?” Bjorn grinned, a wicked tilt to the expression that Kassian was more used to seeing on Leif.

“Let’s not dismiss an excellent side-benefit.” He pulled in another sharp breath as Bjorn’s fingers wrapped around the back of his skull, snuck up into his hair, and the static-electric pulse danced over his scalp. “Fuck, that is…”

“Hot?” Leif’s voice, directly behind him, made him jump and he turned.

There was nowhere for him to go, though, as Leif kept moving towards him, effectively backing him into Bjorn’s hard body. Bjorn might not be as big as he was but he was slightlytaller, and his chest offered the resistance of the wall of muscle that it was.

“Sure,” Kassian panted.

Leif yanked his shirt out of his waistband and started hauling it up. From behind him, Bjorn grabbed the hem, too, and together, they dragged it up and over Kassian’s head. Between the scrape of Bjorn’s knuckles down the soft skin of his under-arms, and Leif’s lips and teeth on his chest, for a few minutes, Kassian couldn’t think.

He might be happy to never think again, if this was the other option.

Then Bjorn’s lips closed on the side of his neck and sparks—real, hot, scarily addictive sparks, flashed down the bare skin of his side, and his cock filled.

Leif’s cock was hard, too, and he ground it into Kassian’s, while Bjorn pressed his against Kassian’s backside.

“Jesus,” he whispered.

Leif chuckled against his skin. “Just you wait,” he promised, as he fumbled with Kassian’s pants. He finally got them open, and dragged them down, kneeling in front of him as his cock bobbed free.

“Holy fuck.”

Leif’s hands had thankfully, finally warmed up, so when he grasped Kassin’s dick, his touch was warm and pleasantly rough. He bucked into his grip.

Behind him Bjorn growled, and then his towel was gone, and his cock returned to press between his bared cheeks.

He stood no chance, with Bjorn’s leaking cock rubbing at his hole and Leif’s hot, wet mouth closing over his dick. The electricity that pulsed with each stroke as Bjorn rutted against him lit up his skin and fell in showers of sparks over Leif’s hair.

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