Page 29 of Static/Cling

They’d learned a long time ago to carry lube at all times. The feel of it, cool on his entrance, pulled another gasp from Leif, but it warmed quickly and eased the passage of Bjorn’s fingers.

“You ready?” Bjorn asked finally.

“Yeah.”

“Sorry about this.”

“Nah. It’s good.” And it was, because Bjorn always made sure it was. He always ended up enjoying it, once the initial penetration happened. Bjorn was big, and dangerous when he was so charged they had to do this, but he was also gentle. Kind. Patient with the prep Leif needed.

Bjorn’s lips closed around his earlobe and he shivered. The contact was somehow sparkless, just soft lips and warm breath and slick tongue, and Leif moaned, deep in his heart, because that almost never happened.

It was what distracted him from the burn of entry and the harsher, harder thrust of cock and electric bliss. It was what grounded him, hardened his own cock fully again, and focused him on why he ended up liking when Bjorn took him, when he’d never liked it from anyone else.

It didn’t take long. The electricity sizzled through them and out both their cocks hard, fast and hot. He had to wonder if the jizz he spurted onto the post steamed, but was too wrung out to open his eyes and check. When Bjorn flattened a palm over his stomach, and there was no zap and crackle of power, just the soft, general fuzz of low-grade static, he knew it had worked, and that was all that mattered.

Kassian hadn’t planned to follow them. He’d been on his way home, because damn it, Leif had been right. The suit wasn’tgoing to cut it, and the cuffs probably needed a heavy upgrade. He needed to figure that shit out.

Footsteps coming from behind the stairwell door on the floor below their office had caught his attention, though, and he had to check. They didn’t dare risk someone breaking into their space with all that sensitive material just sitting there in boxes waiting for anyone to come along and read it.

It was a stupid risk to take to accommodate one guy, but apparently, he was the only one who saw that.

Besides, Sal was still upstairs, and Kassian wasn’t about to leave them alone in the building with a lurker. There hadn’t been an actual construction worker on this floor since they’d moved in, so whoever it was had no business being there.

The footsteps were not, he quickly realized, conspiratorial intruders. He definitely recognized Bjorn’s heavy rumble, and Leif’s lighter, less brooding, lilt. And they were not having a casual conversation. There was too much panting and shuffling and grunting for that.

“Shit.” He backed to the door as quietly as possible and had his hand on the crash bar—which refused to depress under his pressure—when he heard his name.

They were having sex, practically in public, and talking about him?

“Jesus.” He needed out of there, yet still, the door refused to open.

Deeper in the recesses of the construction site, beyond the hanging layers of plastic, lights flickered, white and blue, and went out again.

Leif groaned and the lights came and went again.

“Seriously? He better not be zapping him.” Compelled against his better judgement, he snuck around a layer of plastic to see better.

Again, he was halted in his tracks by their conversation, which he was close enough to hear snippets of now, and the comment about talking down raised his hackles. “I do not talk down to Leif. Him, I like.”

Leif had noticed Kassian in a way most people never did. He saw past the brawn and noticed his brain, which to most people, was invisible, even when they were using it for their own ends.

He would never talk down to Leif.

Bjorn, on the other hand… Especially if he had a habit of hurting Leif with that stupid power of his. If that was the case, he’d happily use his brawn to take the man’s head off.

They were still talking about him between kisses and touches, and Kassian would have demanded they shut up, but then they weren’t talking about how annoying they thought he was. They were talking about how… hot they thought he was?

His inner geek snorted. “Don’t let it go to your head. Their brains are high on electricity.”

“Shut up.”

Still…

Peering around a curtain of plastic, he tried to make out what they were doing. He didn’t have a clear view—there were still a couple of layers of the construction plastic between him and them, but it was clear Bjorn was the one on his knees, and that, unexpected as it was, was hotter than Kassian cared to admit.

“You’re spying on people having sex,” he reminded himself, and that jolted him out of his compulsion. This was not okay.

Then the sparks and trails of light lit up Leif’s lean, tight frame for an instant.

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