Page 11 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Damian tore off after him. He’d show him old and slow.
Jun glanced back. Damian grinned with his teeth, eating up the space between them. Jun shrieked. His head swung forward, his shoulders bent, and his strides doubled. Damian growled. Fuck! He was fast.
Laughter filled the air in front of him. His boy was laughing. At him. Maybe.
Damian pushed his stride. “I’ll show you slow, brat!”
Jun made peace signs with both hands, his long legs chewing up the track. They were almost all the way around already. Damian made a swipe for Jun’s ass. His boy danced away from his fingers, giggling. He shot Damian a sideways glance and ducked under Damian’s next grab.
Running beside Jun wasn’t quite as fun as watching the boy’s ass. Damian let his stride slow a fraction. Jun pulled up in front. He looked back again, just a bit of prey-like fear in his eyes. No matter how much you trusted the person behind you, there was still that back-crawling cold sensation of being chased.
Damian barked. Jun yelped. His head went down, and he churned up the next length of track. This, this was living. There was nothing like a beautiful man running flat out in front of him to feed the wolf inside his chest. He might or might not be able to catch him, but he wanted the moment to extend. There was nothing but the two of them, the burn of the winter night air in his nose, the whip of the wind on his cheeks, and the internal heat as his body warmed, well-trained and aware of its job.
“Don’t let me catch you, boy!”
Jun growled, leaning into the turn ahead. The darkness wrapped around them, blanking out thoughts of other places, other people, other things. He was just a wolf chasing his boy, running down his prey, appreciating the flex of Jun’s legs, the way his foot struck the track, the flow of his shoulders, the way his hoodie rose and fell with each breath. Breath was life; they were both breathing so hard, dragons in the night, trailing out white plumes.
He needed more. The tempting man in front of him was dancing just out of reach. He pushed, his fingers brushing against Jun’s ass. Jun swore, putting more distance between them. But he was at his limit. They were moving too fast. There was no air left to laugh with. Damian grinned into the cold. He eked out a little more speed as they came down the side of the track yet again and snagged Jun from behind, spinning him around and off his feet. Jun shrieked, feet fumbling. Damian turned in a circle with their force, lifting Jun from the ground. He backpedaled into the chain-link fence by a tall tree. His back hit it first. Jun struggled, but he was still off the ground. Damian rebounded from the fence, switching their places. He pressed Jun up against the mesh.
“Caught…you.”
Jun threw his arms around Damian’s neck and grabbed the collar of his jacket. “You. Did.”
They grinned at each other, chests heaving.
“That too old for you?”
Jun shook his head, giggles punctuating his gasps. “Didn’t think that would get you going.”
“Guess it was a rough day.”
They stared at each other, the moment growing bigger and bigger around them. The black night was a caldron, and they were brewing something dark and strong.
“I don’t want this. I want you.”
Jun wiggled, sliding down Damian’s front until his feet were on the ground. He pulled Damian closer against him. Damian gripped the fence, pressing Jun between his chest and the barrier. They were almost face-to-face. Jun wasn’t much shorter than he was. Just enough.
Jun tugged Damian’s face toward his. “You have me.”
“This feels like a fantasy. That, that mess”—Damian jerked his head in the general direction of the hotel—“that feels like real life. But you, even Richard and Émeric and Collin, that feels like a dream I’m going to lose.”
“You have me.” Jun jerked the glove off one hand with his teeth and wrapped his fingers around the back of Damian’s neck under his jacket. “You’re not my fantasy, DaSu. And I’m not yours. I’m real. This isn’t us having stolen hours in the middle of the night. This is everything. This is forever. And this is shitty because I’d much rather be stuck in that swamp of a bed of yours than sleeping in a random hotel. But I’m here, sleeping in yet another random fucking hotel, because you and I, this is real.”
Damian dragged in a shuddering breath that smelled of heat from Jun’s lungs. “The shitty and the shitty.”
“The shitty and the amazing.” He pressed his lips against Damian’s. “And the cold.” He pulled a sweatband out of his pocket and held it up. “Drag me somewhere warmer?”
Could he love this wild boy any more? Damian tangled the band around Jun’s wrist and wrapped the other end in his fingers, holding Jun’s hand in his own, their jackets hiding the make-do leash between them. “I can do somewhere warmer.”
Richard and Collin left as soon as Damian and Jun arrived, leaving them the room to themselves. Cedric and the others had watch. Damian shut the door with his foot, eyes on Jun, walking his prey backward toward the first of the two queen beds. Jun gave way until his thighs hit the mattress. Damian pushed him. Jun bounced on the white comforter. Damian crowded over him, their hips meeting on the edge of the bed.
Damian growled, burying his face in Jun’s neck. He still smelled of the cold wind and fast runs. “We haven’t even finished the list.”
“That’s what safe words are for. I don’t need a list to play with you.”
“When I realized I was a dom, this wasn’t how I saw it going. I want to give you what Richard gave me. I want the long scenes and the time. The togetherness. Learning each other.”
“I am getting to know you.” Jun tugged Damian’s face up and kissed him. “I’m getting to know you inside the crucible.”
