Page 26 of Static/Cling

Bjorn grunted.

“I know, babe.” Leif ran his hands over Bjorn’s shoulders and got sparked heavily for his trouble. “I’m sorry I baited him. I get why you didn’t like the suit, but there were better ways to talk to him about it instead of escalating things.”

Bjorn backed off. “I could have hurt him.”

That… wasn’t what he’d thought Bjorn had been thinking about at all. “Babe. You had it under control.”

“Eh.” He wrung his hands, watching the arcs of light fly off into the deeper darkness beyond them. “Only because I was so mad. Why does he piss me off so hard?”

“You’re hard?” Leif asked, gripping his crotch to see, and because distracting him from Kassian would probably be better for both of them. At least until Bjorn had gotten rid of the rest of this build-up.

Bjorn groaned and rocked his hips.

Good. Leif locked his lips over Bjorn’s throat and sucked a little bit. The current was strong enough that even doing nothing, Bjorn’s skin made his lips tingle. He liked it.

“Wait,” Bjorn muttered, skimming his hands over Leif’s shoulders, but not actually moving him back. “I was in the middle of venting.”

Leif nuzzled at the collar of Bjorn’s shirt to get it out of the way. “Vent away.”

“What was I saying?”

“He makes you so mad.” He found skin again and started sucking.

“Right. Fuck.”

A bright shot of electricity met Leif’s tongue when he licked, drawing a groan from him.

“I mean, what does he think? Just because he looks like that, he can… what?” But it sounded like he’d lost the train of his thoughts, because for a few minutes, he simmered and mumbled and applied a lot of his weight to pinning Leif against the post.

The sizzle of the electricity dulled down to a soft hum.

“He thinks he can talk down—” Leif gasped. “—to us.”

“No.” Bjorn growled and the current amped up, sparked over Leif’s chest when Bjorn pushed himself away a bit. The shimmer of it through his muscles was delicious. “He cannot talk down to you. Does he even know how amazing you are?”

Leif grinned. “Tell me.”

Instead, Bjorn kissed him, hard, sending that heady charge deep into him when he invaded his mouth with his tongue. God, that was good.

Bjorn’s big hands, on both sides of his head and neck, were hot spots of zinging sensation that lit him up. He pushed his hips against Bjorn’s hard thigh. He was so close.

Separating from him, Bjorn laid his forehead against Leif’s. “He’s just so… so…” Apparently, he wasn’t done venting.

“So what?”

Bjorn leaned back to look at him. “I’m sorry. Fuck.”

Leif grinned. He should have cared more about Kassian being on Bjorn’s mind right that second, but… “He’s really hot,” he offered, because that was certainly true, and he knew they’d both noticed the big man’s appeal. Plus, the sooner they talked about this, the better. They’d learned that the hard way, and he refused to let another guy get between them without both of them agreeing they wanted him there.

“Wow. Really not the point.” Bjorn tried to look affronted, but there was a grin behind his words.

“Isn’t it?”

Bjorn’s eyes got big. “Oh. My God. Is it?”

Leif shrugged. “I’d hit that.”

“Fucking hell. Dude!”

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