Page 61 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Shall I feed you?” Damian’s eyes were crinkled up in amusement.
Jun opened his mouth and waited. Damian’s laugh rumbled through his bones into the bed and through his leg, all of it vibrating into Jun.
Damian mumbled something about losing his Chicago card while he cut off a bit of pizza and folded it in half, then held it above Jun’s lips, just out of reached.
Jun whimpered, sticking out his tongue, and Damian let him have it.
A few bites later, Jun had to give in and admit that food went down better sitting up. He rolled over and crawled to a sitting position beside Damian. Damian had his own pizza. There was goat cheese, chicken, and spinach on it. Jun made a face. His pizza was much better.
“Something wrong?”
“Hate chicken.”
“Oh? Is the smell bothering you.”
Jun shrugged. It wasn’t that bad, and the garlic on his superior pizza was covering up the scent of the chicken.
“Is it the taste?”
Jun shook his head. “Sometimes Bak makes me diet. Usually, it’s cold plain chicken breasts and green shakes. Just that, every day, for weeks.”
Lines formed on either side of Damian’s nose all the way down to his chin as his mouth turned upside down in disgust. “That’s terrible nutrition. How do you even dance?”
“Tired. Just tired. Tired and hungry and tired.”
Damian shook his head. “You don’t need to diet, anyway. You need to eat more.”
Jun shrugged. He wasn’t sure anymore what number on the scale meant good. Attractive weight was something he’d long ago stopped trying to determine for himself. Sometimes he was told to bulk up, and sometimes he was told to slim down. He’d just done what he’d been told. It had stopped making sense years ago.
He ate another slice of pizza, leaning against Damian, starting to feel full.
“Do you want to sleep?”
Jun shook his head but pushed away his plate. Damian put it on the cart. He ate another slice himself while Jun drowsed on his shoulder, then he put his own plate beside Jun’s, and turned toward him. “Let’s move this to the top of the bed.”
That sounded good. Jun crawled up to the pillows. He could tell his blood sugar was rejuvenating itself as his skin tingled from eating.
Damian lay down, and Jun put his head on Damian’s shoulder. His leg naturally came up and wrapped around Damian’s thigh.
“Want you in me,” he murmured.
“In you?”
Jun nodded against Damian’s neck. “In me.”
“We’ve never done that before.”
“Want it.”
Damian paused for a moment. “Baby, I’d rather not have your first anal be like this. I want to take my time with you. I’m not small.”
Jun groaned in complaint. He was full, he was warm, and he was drifting in a beautiful dream where he wasn’t waiting for a two-hour alarm to go off and steal him away from his lover. Granted, he might be a missing person and his boss was most certainly going to try to make his life miserable, but right now, he wanted the fantasy, the one where he didn’t have to make decisions or be mature or live up to anyone's expectations.
“When we get back to Chicago, I will go in you as much as you want. But tonight is not the night. I’m sorry, baby.”
Jun whimpered. He ground his hips down against Damian’s thigh.
“Rest, Jun. You’re not even properly awake. Just rest.” Damian stroked Jun’s head. “Close your eyes for me, pet.”
