Page 50 of Incubus
“I’m thinking!”
“Think faster!”
Walter appeared beside Nathan, whole, not even flickering, and tried to offer words of comfort that Jim would soon break through the door and save him, but the last thing Nathan wanted was to experience this with Walterwatching.
A few breathless moments passed. Nathan’s head was in a complete haze. Half of his brain was focused entirely on Jim and getting out of this mess, but the other still reeled from the pheromones. He welcomed the heel of Sasha’s palm pressing into him through his shorts, while his rational mind screamed toward the ceiling.
“Jim!”
SLAM.
If Nathan didn’t know any better, he would swear the door just exploded.
Jim rushed in, grabbing Sasha by the back of the neck faster than the incubus could react and pressing both hands tightly to his white skin. Sasha reared up off of Nathan, racked by tremors throughout his entire body until he toppled over onto his side.
Jim grabbed hold of Nathan then, carefully pulling him to a safe distance where he could rest against the wall.Nathan was grateful for the rescue, but found himself staring at Sasha as the incubus’ body continued to quake and morph slowly human.
“What did you do to him?” Nathan asked.
Jim smiled. “Same thing I did to you, remember? I’m just glad it worked on him, too.”
Sasha had soon all but returned to normal, shaking and looking soaked with a thin sheen of sweat. His clothing rematerialized, but he looked pretty well wrecked.
Jim went over to check on him and placed a gentle hand on the incubus’ back. “Sasha…are you okay?”
Sasha’s breathing was still heavy, and he gasped a few times before managing to look up, blinking at Jim as if not quite sure he recognized him. “Jim…?”
“Yeah.” Jim smiled. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay now.”
Sasha nodded vacantly, but suddenly sat up, his eyes wild with panic. “Nathan!” he called, looking imploringly to Jim before noticing the real thing slouched against the wall, still bleeding and half clothed. Sasha scrambled to Nathan’s side. “Oh God, what did I do? I…I never would have—”
“Save it,” Nathan said quickly, holding up a weary hand. “That damn sidhe did this to me, not you.”
“But…Nathan—”
“Hey,” Nathan said more firmly. “Do you want to ravage me against my will and leave me in dire need of stitches?”
Sasha looked affronted. “Of course not. I would never—”
“Exactly. I know that. You know that. Jim knows that. Even Walter knows that. So shut up. You don’t owe me any apologies. I might accept a new outfit though,” Nathan added with a smirk. His current clothing was trashed. He also realized that his pants were still at his ankles and the encounter had left him at least half hard.
There wasn't enough embarrassment in the world.
“Uhh…ya mind?” Nathan said, holding an arm out to Sasha so the incubus would help him stand.
Sasha complied, and as soon as Nathan was on his feet, he reached down to pull his pants back up, favoring the hand that might not have any broken bones but still hurt like hell after punching an incubus.
“Nathan, please,” Sasha tried again. “I just feel like…like there’s nothing I could ever say to—”
“So don’t. What haveIbeen saying, huh? I don’t need to hear this.” Nathan had no trouble getting right in Sasha’s face. He had used up all of his patience on Jim a long time ago.
What happened was not Sasha’s fault. They had been in an impossible situation. Nathan liked Sasha just as much as he had before this mess. He liked him plenty. More every day, even,and…and…he was leaning in closer and closer to Sasha with no thought at stopping himself.
“God, you smell good,” Nathan said, breathing in that familiar scent as his face leaned up into Sasha’s neck.
Sasha’s body went visibly rigid. “Uhh…Nathan? I’m thinking I must have really gotten you good with the pheromones, didn’t I?”
Nathan snapped away from Sasha like he had been burned. “Shit. Please tell me that’s going to wear off.”
