Page 28 of Static/Cling

Good thing he had the post behind him, because his legs were useless, and he didn’t dare touch Bjorn without the all-clear.

Bjorn rested his forehead in the crook of Leif’s hip and trailed his hands restlessly over his bare thighs and ass.

Sparks still flew. The zinging was less a turn-on now, and more a snap and zap and hairs standing all on end, but it was working for Bjorn. It was getting some of the charge out harmlessly, and it didn’t hurt that much.

Something beyond the layers of hanging construction plastic thumped and he glanced to his left.

A huge shadow lurked just beyond where he could make out a clear shape, but then, he didn’t need it to be clear to his eyes. He’d recognize thatfeelas easily as he would Bjorn’s, which in itself was a bit startling.

“Kas?” He barely whispered the name, and if Bjorn heard him, he didn’t budge from where he knelt.

The figure froze for a split second, then started backing away and in a moment, was gone.

“Hey.” Leif tugged at Bjorn’s hair. “Get up.”

Bjorn grunted.

“Come on. Up.” He tugged harder, glanced back where he’d seen Kassian, but there was no one there. No point mentioning it to Bjorn. If he hadn’t been aware of being observed, best not bring it up while he was still so volatile. He could get a bit protective of Leif when he thought Leif was too vulnerable.

Sweet. Unnecessary, but sweet.

Bjorn stumbled to his feet, and Leif kissed him. That brought his attention back where it needed to be. It also left his lips burning, so he broke off to turn around, back to his friend.

“Leif.”

“Do it this way.”

“You don’t even like this way.”

“I don’t mind.” It was a small fib. “Not when it’s you.” That was not a fib. He wouldn’t let just anyone fuck him. Just Bjorn. Just when it was bad.

“Babe.”

Leif smiled at the post, warmed by the use of the pet name he was usually careful not to utter at times like this. “Get me hard again.”

Bjorn spent long moments tracing his fingers up under Leif’s shirt, over his back and his abs, around his nipples, down to the hairs around his cock, and slowly, he came back to life.

One of Bjorn’s hands snuck back to trail over his ass and Leif shut his eyes.

“Can’t believe I did that for him,” Bjorn said against the skin of his neck. “For no reason. And he’s not even taking care of the aftermath.”

Leif chuckled a filthy chuckle. “He wishes.”

Bjorn kissed the spot where his complaint had landed, sizzling it off his skin with his power.

“Not that I would fuck him over you,” Bjorn said.

“God, I would love to spread him out like this.” Leif panted as one of Bjorn’s thick fingers entered him. “Be so… hot.” He gasped at the intrusion.

“He’d like it,” Bjorn predicted.

“Mmm.” He squirmed to get a better angle. “Know I’d love watching it.”

“You’d like doing it.”

“Not gonna—oh. Fuck.” He reached back to move one ass cheek aside for Bjorn. “Not gonna lie. I totally would.”

For a few minutes, Bjorn worked him open, stroking fingers in and out, stroking his cock, stroking power along his skin in all the most sensitive places. It was heaven, and Kassian would be so lucky.

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