Page 52 of Refrain
“Fuck you, Xane!”
“You’ve never had a relationship with a guy.”
“Have I not? Goddamn you… It’s nice to know it meant nothing.”
Startled, Xane swept his tongue across his lips, the memories of their last ecstatic clash coming vividly to mind. Spook beneath him, his heart flayed wide open by the bruised and battered agony of exposing himself. The silken heat of his body. “Th-that isn’t what I meant. I wasn’t talking about us—.”
“Of course, you weren’t, because we were never a thing, except for when we were. Remember that, Xane? And as for the other night, I wasn’t wanking over memories of Alle. I was getting myself off because there was a naked guy sprawled across my bed, with a perfect arse, and I was fantasising about striping it with come while he slept.”
That was more honesty than was probably wise.
“Spook!” Xane choked, all the anger bleeding out of him to be replaced by something distinctly unsettling he stuffed down into his soles. “Okay. Wow!” He squinted at his friend, while struggling to bite back the smile threatening to engulf his face. Spook’s hand remained fast upon his shirt front, and they were leant so close together they were breathing one another’s exhaled breaths. “I’m…I’m flattered.”
“Don’t be.”
“Well, I am. Just coming on me, or was there more to it than that?”
“Fucking what?” Spook spluttered. “Really? What is the matter with you?”
Sex addict.
“Do you need a complete blow by blow?”
“Maybe.” He let his mouth settle into the grin he’d been failing to tame. “Total attention whore, remember. I like to know what people are thinking about me.”
“I wasn’t thinking about you. I was thinking about doing you. It’s not the same. You’re just here, Xane. I’ve not touched another soul in months, and then you arrive, and you’re all touchy-feely and starfished across my fucking bed like you’re begging to be done, and fuck knows, maybe you are. Maybe you always are. And my head is a fucking mess.”
They were almost getting somewhere.
“I never knew you were a somnophiliac.”
“Xane!”
“Were you going to pound my arse while I was all defenceless, or just stripe it with jizz?”
Spook’s grip tightened, pulling Xane forward that extra inch so that their brows finally met, but he didn’t answer the question. His eyes were alive with barbed rage, his skin clammy with anxiety. Xane waited, stretching out the silence between them until Spook snapped.
“Both,” he ground out between his teeth. “After I’d strangled your cock to make sure you couldn’t come.”
A whisper of heat struck his friends cheeks, leaving the ridges of his cheekbones pink.
Xane clicked his tongue. “Sounds intense.”
“More like lurid, and every night it’s worse. Why do you think I can’t sleep?”
Xane dropped his gaze down between them. The geometry of their bodies left little to the imagination. He was hard. Spook was hard. The ripple of his pulse beat rhythmically beneath his skin. “You really need to get off more.”
“I need to get a fucking grip.”
“Yeah, a nice firm one around that polearm you’re wielding.”
Spook closed his eyes, but it was only for a second. When he opened them, a whole kaleidoscope of emotions roiled amidst the splinters of blue and lilac. The rims of his irises were practically indigo, while his pupils were the black of a lunar eclipse.
“You should tell me to back off.” His hand landed upon Xane’s hip.
Xane stared at the point of contact. “Like you’re going to do anything. You’re all tease. Always have been—”
Shock registered perhaps a split-second before Spook’s mouth crushed Xane’s. Their teeth clacked. Spook’s tongue forced an entry into his mouth, sending a tsunami of lust down towards Xane’s already antsy cock. They danced about one another all the time, trading innuendos, but other than a couple of very specific occasions, it had never come to anything. True, things were particularly volatile right now, but he still hadn’t expected this.
