Page 25 of Static/Cling

“Sure.”

“Like that.”

“But a thousand times that,” Leif added.

“If I stay really calm, I can let just a little bit of it go at a time. Like each time I open the cabinet. But too much, and it can get a little…” He wiggled his fingers. “Burny.”

“Use the fucking suit,” Kassian said, aggravated and exasperated. He’d stayed up most of the night making the damn thing and Bjorn rejected it for what? Fashion? He was wearing baggy jeans and a flannel shirt, for crying out Pete’s sake. Not exactly red carpet. “You can channel all that excess energy into the cuffs.”

“Then what?”

“What do you mean, then what?”

“Then you have these really dangerous artifacts with a deadly electrical charge in them. How do you deal with that?”

“At least it’s contained.”

“How much can they hold?”

“I don’t—enough?” Because he wasn’t going to admit he didn’t know if they could hold enough. He’d expected Bjorn’s ability to be like the rest of them—weak to the point of being inconsequential.

“You think?” Bjorn took a fast step closer to him and grabbed his wrist.

“Bjorn!” Leif’s eyes widened.

Electricity snapped and crawled up Kassian’s arm, over his skin, up through his hairline, along his chest, tightening his nipples and clenching his gut.

His heart skipped and his skin tingled, and—Jesus. Who knew getting zapped would get his cock’s attention.

Before he could yank free, Bjorn released him.

“Come on,” Bjorn said, gripping Leif by a bicep and marching him towards the door.

“Wha—”

“Need…” Whatever else Bjorn said was cut off by the door swinging shut behind them.

Kassian glared at the closing door. “He could have killed me!”

The other part of his brain leered as he palmed his half-hard cock. “Yeah. Because that’s the takeaway here.”

Cursing at Bjorn and himself, he adjusted his jeans and stomped back to his desk.

Leif didn’t resist Bjorn’s hauling him off out the door. Truth be told, he’d been low-grade feeling the aura of Bjorn’s charge all day, and he was sick to death of the half-boner it caused. Not that the electricity made him hard, but knowing what Bjorn could do with it in the right mood sure as hell did.

And that’s exactly what he’d been telling himself all day because the instant reaction he’d had in the stairwell hadn’t happened because he’d been thinking anything at all. It had been automatic. He had Pavlov’s erection. Perfect.

Occasionally that day he’d wondered what it said about him that he wasn’t embarrassed by it happening, or by it happening in front of Kassian. But only occasionally.

Thankfully, they didn’t go far. Bjorn dragged him down one flight into the abandoned construction zone of the floor below the office.

“You gonna have angry sex with me now?” he panted as Bjorn backed him up against a wood-clad post and pinned him there with his body. “Because I sincerely hope that’s the plan here.”

Sparks flashed in the semi-darkness around them.

“He pisses me off.”

“Kassian?”

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