Page 10 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Would you rather someone stayed in the room with you?” Richard asked.
Armada sucked on her lip. “I mean, kinda.”
Richard and Damian exchanged a look. “I’m sorry.” Richard shook his head. “That’s just not a risk I can ask Collin to take, especially without his consent. I do have a woman on the security staff that can stay here tonight.”
Armada looked reluctant, but she nodded. Richard lifted Collin from the bed. Collin didn’t even wake. He turned toward Richard and tucked his head in against Richard’s neck, muttering something that started with an M.
Richard carried Collin into the other room.
Jun bumped shoulders with Damian. He held up a gym bag. “Let’s go for a run.”
“A run?” Damian frowned. They couldn’t leave. Richard needed to take Collin home and someone had to stay with the kids.
“Richard’s going to stay till we get back. Émeric sent down running clothes.”
“It’s freezing out there.”
Jun smirked. “Colder than Seoul? You passing up a chance to catch me?”
“Security?”
“Cedric scoped out a school track two blocks away. They’ll have eyes on us the whole time.”
“You thought of everything.”
Jun shrugged. “You need to run. Come on, let’s change.”
They headed out in one of the SUVs. The school track was somewhat lit and mostly fenced. There was no one there. Damian shivered in the night air as they got out. It was above thirty degrees, warmer than it could have been for January in Chicago, but it was by no means warm. Cedric swung out of the SUV wrapped in a massive coat. “Sweet Jesus, glad I have hot packs.”
Damian chuckled ruefully.
“Don’t need them.” Jun bounced up and down on his toes, eying the track and rubbing his arms with his gloved hands. “We’ll be moving.”
“Better you than me.” Cedric shook his head and moved off, speaking into his mic to the rest of the detail.
Jun jogged to the track and made a show of stretching. He leaned over, the fabric of his dark-blue sweats pulling taut over his ass. “Da?”
“Yeah.” Damian dragged his feet over to join him. It was cold. And dark. This was going to be one of those runs that got done whether or not he wanted to move. Just rote work, muscle-building, calorie-burning movement you sometimes had to do whether or not you wanted to.
Jun spread his legs and grabbed his ankles, bending his knees on one side and then the other, waggling his butt in Damian’s direction. “Maybe this was a bad idea. I forgot you were old.”
“Old?” Damian’s shoulders drew up. His eyes narrowed.
Jun smirked at him upside down, looking back through his legs, still folded in half. Damn, he was flexible.
“Yeah, you’re old! What are you, forty?”
Damian dragged in a slow breath. It bit but not like it had before. “Thirty-four.”
“Oh, the dreadful thirties.” Jun unfolded himself and shook out his arms. “Too young to be pretty, too old to be distinguished.”
“You’re about to be thirty.”
“Naw, still solidly in my twenties.” Jun smirked and started jogging away backwards, light and bopping high on his feet. “Old, slow, and cold.”
He laughed and took off.
The brat!
