Page 27 of Static/Cling

“Well, I would. You wouldn’t?”

“I—maybe. If he wasn’t such a jerk.”

“He did carry half your boxes up for you.”

“I saw you looking at his ass, by the way.”

“Which means you were looking at it, too.”

“It means I was looking at you,” he confessed, and maybe it implied something about them, but he didn’t say any more out loud.

Leif didn’t ask. Feelings could not get involved here. They gave him too many insights into the other person’s brain he did not want and that always ended up derailing the entire relationship. Even after ten years, most of Bjorn’s inner workings remained a mystery to him, and he liked it that way. He wanted to keep it that way.

Shying away from those thoughts, Leif lifted one eyebrow. “You telling me you haven’t noticed his ass?”

“Fine.” Bjorn sighed, but he did twist his mouth into a reluctant smirk. “It’s a good ass.”

“Very.”

Bjorn studied him. “I think you may have traumatized him a little bit.”

Leif sighed. “I didn’t mean to. I—” He studied Bjorn right back. “Is it weird that…”

“That what? Talk.”

“Bossy.”

“Tell me,” he said more gently, the backs of his fingers trailing along Leif’s scar, though he was careful not to send sparks off. Just the low tingle of ambient energy was enough to make the scar sizzle uncomfortably.

“I just wasn’t expecting that strong a reaction in the middle of just—the middle of the day. It was a bit weird.”

“Bad weird?”

“No?” He tipped his head back against the post. “I don’t know. Unexpected.”

“Because of Kassian?”

“Maybe? That weird?”

Bjorn ran a hand down his throat, electricity sparking a trail behind his fingertips this time, and Leif sighed, because Kassian or no Kassian, he loved that sensation. Bjorn followed the sparks with his lips and Leif shuddered hard. The wet sparks of his tongue were even better.

“I’m gonna blow you now,” Bjorn whispered against his Adam’s apple.

“Okay.”

“Maybe we stop talking about him while I do that.”

“Well, you will, anyway.” Leif tugged on his shirt to let him know he should get down there and get on with it. “Hard to talk with your mouth full.”

Bjorn hmmmed, and knelt while Leif opened his jeans up, fished his cock out and stroked himself.

It wouldn’t be the first time they openly and mutually appreciated some other guy while they were together. It was the first time the subject of their mutual admiration and interest was more than just some random passing through, but that didn’t matter. Probably.

And then nothing really mattered, because Bjorn had his mouth on Leif, and the sparks flying were digging deep into his gut and his soul, and he was not going to take long enough.

There was too much of Bjorn applying his spark and his—fucking hell—tongue—there—and he’d been too close to the edge all day to last. Bjorn needed him to hold out, or this wasn’t going to do for Bjorn what it was designed to do. It would help, but it wouldn’t be enough.

Even trying to distract himself with the consequences to Bjorn after, when he still carried too big a charge to be comfortable, was not enough to keep the sensations in his balls from building, tightening, releasing in a strong, endless gush of bliss down his best friend’s throat.

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