Page 136 of Slow Heat
“You’re telling methose smiling faces aren’t drawn on the slides?”
Jason laughed and shoved another shirt into his suitcase. He’d already balled up the t-shirt from the first time he and Vale had mixed their come and shoved it at the bottom of the bag, much to Vale’s amusement, but he wasn’t done with it. He might have Vale all for himself now, but he wasn’t ready to part with such a sentimental item.
“I think you drew these smiles on here, Jason.”
Jason zipped the suitcase and laughed again. “I swear. That’s what sand dune grass looks like under the microscope.”
Vale sounded incredulous. “Like smiling green babies?”
“Yes. But wait…” He crossed to the desk and pulled another prepared square of glass out of his slide box. “This is my favorite slide right now. Let me show you.” Jason removed the sand dune grass slide and attached the other, bending over the microscope long enough to adjust the magnification. “There. Look.”
“Oh! It’s like one of Rosen’s paintings.”
“How so?”
“The colors and the strong lines.” Vale leaned back from the microscope to look up at Jason with happy eyes. “What is it?”
“Dust. Like the stuff all over your house.” He grinned. “Well, our house now, I suppose.”
Vale laughed, his shoulders shaking, as he bent to gaze through the microscope lens again. “Just what are you saying, darling? I should dust more?”
“No, your…our house is a secret masterpiece. Everyone else sees dust, but not us. When we look around? We’ll see this. Times a trillion.”
Vale pushed the microscope away, standing up to capture Jason’s lips in a kiss. “You’re altogether adorable. What am I going to do with you?”
Jason smirked. “Well, I know what I’m going to do with you as soon as we get home and it involves your ass and my tongue.”
Vale’s dark eyes went glossy. “I see.”
Jason waggled his eyebrows, a giddy bubble of joy popping and exploding in his chest. “You want me to demonstrate?” He gestured toward the bed.
Vale cleared his throat and chewed on his bottom lip, ducking his head almost shyly. “And if I said yes?”
“My door has a lock.”
“I have to admit, my ass is very curious about this plan of yours. Will it make me come?”
“It better,” Jason growled, slamming the door to his bedroom and locking it quickly.
Tossing Vale on the bed, he bounded on after him, kissing him hard and fast, rubbing his cheeks on Vale’s soft beard, and nuzzling into his neck. His cock filled with blood and he humped against Vale’s leg.
“Get your pants down,” he ordered, holding onto Vale’s jaw and licking behind his ear. “Now.”
Vale squeaked and undid his pants, shoving them down quickly, exposing his hard cock. When he stroked it, Jason batted his hand away and straddled him. “Get your shirt off. I’m going to make a mess of you.”
Vale moaned and shivered. “What if your parents—”
“They know what we did all last week.”
Vale’s fingers were already undoing his buttons, though, and his shirt came off quickly. Jason ran his fingers through Vale’s chest hair, following it down his stomach to the treasure trail below his navel.
“Sexy,” he muttered, bending low to rub his face against it all. “My gorgeous omega.”
Vale let loose the sweet sound of surrender like he always did when Jason called him omega, arching into Jason’s touch. He threw his head back when Jason smoothed his hands up to tease his nipples and then trailed his fingers back down to his cock.
“Tell me about these,” Jason demanded, touching the tattoos on Vale’s arms and running a finger over the line on his ribs. “When did you get them? Why?”
Vale shivered and sighed. “A long time ago. Post-heats. I was angry that I had to let those strange alphas fuck me. I wanted to reclaim my body. Make sure anyone who fucked me knew it was mine, not theirs.”
