Page 21 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“And I just told you I wasn’t ready to have sex with anyone.” Misha swallowed, trying not to think about Grim’s cock hardening under him. It’s not that it wasn’t a fantastic dick, but it did make things more awkward. The size of it was hard to ignore, especially with Grim wearing skintight pants.
Grim rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Take the bed if you’re so precious.”
Misha watched him in silence, trying to work out what the catch was, but Grim let him go, and he transferred to the wheelchair with a bit of Grim’s help. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
Grim waved his hand and walked over to the bed. He took one of the pillows and the blanket without a word.
Misha rubbed his face. He was too tired to deal with an upset Grim on top of his own issues. “Good night. Wake me up for the sunrise.” Misha pulled off his tank top and fished out another one, made out of lighter fabric, from his bag. He wheeled over to the bed and crawled onto it. The bedding was soft and fresh. For a moment, he put the pillow against his face and smelled it. The scent was different from his room and from Gary’s sweat. He truly was somewhere else.
Grim lingered for a few more seconds, and Misha could sense his gaze on himself, but in the end, the heavy footsteps marched away. The sound of water came from the bathroom soon afterward, making Misha finally relax. He changed into a pair of pajama shorts and crawled under the soft sheet. With Grim around, he wasn’t that scared to be in a new place, even if Grim decided to give Misha the silent treatment.
Grim took his time in the shower, and Misha could only imagine what he was up to when the hot droplets streamed down his body. With the erection he had by the time he left, it was an easy guess. He was probably pulling his fist back and forth over that massive dick until it spat cum all over the tiles. Misha rolled to his back and considered jerking off himself, but the risk of being caught doing so was too great, and if Grim saw him, he’d probably want to join in, and it would all become too confusing.
Grim walked out of the bathroom in only his underwear, which didn’t hide much, even though his erection was indeed gone. In the frame of the open doorway between the bedroom and the living room, he made a picture worthy of putting to paper. Strong muscle lined Grim’s whole body, twisting when he walked up to the window and shut the curtains, without ever looking toward where Misha was buried under the covers.
Misha curled into a ball and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but kept opening them every time he would almost start dreaming. His consciousness wouldn’t give up and kept forcing him to check if he was really out of the basement. Once Grim turned off the light in the other room, darkness creeped out of every corner and crawled toward Misha’s bed. He pressed his eyelids tightly shut and pulled the sheet over his head, listening to the thudding of his own heart. He tried to let it go, think of something pleasant that would put him to sleep, but the horror that appeared under his eyelids every time he closed his eyes had him sweating and heaving again.
Chapter 9
Misha
A few hours later,when Misha opened his eyes and pulled off the sheet to get some cool air, there was not a sound coming from the other room. No snoring and no breathing he could hear. Would Grim have gone down to the bar without telling him? Left him here all alone? He sat up in panic, now regretting he’d ever left the hotel. What if that street camera had auto-recognized his face? What if people came to snatch him and Grim would never even know where to look for him?
With his heart drumming the funeral march, Misha spoke up, looking into the darkness in the other room. “Grim?” his voice had a high pitch he wasn’t expecting. Nothing moved. The faint light coming through a crack between the curtains revealed no trace of his savior.
“Grim?” Misha spoke louder and clawed his fingers over the sheet, as the walls seemed to push closer toward him, ready to squish the life out of Misha.
This time, something stirred in the other room, and the sound was followed by a faint groan. Misha gasped and frantically rolled down from the bed. He lay flat on the carpet and breathed in its scent, angry he hadn’t checked the bed frames before. There was no space underneath the mattress that he could hide in, and so he listened on, trying to keep his fingers from trembling. This couldn’t be happening. Someone had broken in.They’dknown he was here and had just waited for Grim to leave the room. He couldn’t be taken again.
This was a nightmare.
He was dreaming.
“You’re dreaming,” he whispered and began repeatedly pinching his arm, but nothing helped. He wasn’t waking up.
“What?” muttered Grim’s voice from the darkness. “Andrey?”
Misha’s heartbeat was so loud he was afraid it could give away his location, but the crumb of hope from the other room made him crawl along the bed. “Is that you, Grim?”
“It’s our room,” muttered Grim in a sleepy voice, and the light slid over his face when he sat up, emerging from the dark form of the sofa. He yawned loudly.
“You … I thought you went to the bar. I thought someone broke in.” Misha let out a deep sigh and rubbed his face.
“What? No. I wouldn’t leave you alone,” mumbled Grim sleepily.
“Oh. Okay ...” Misha had no idea how to communicate his distress. Gary had never wanted to hear about his fears.
Grim was silent for several moments, but eventually, his warm voice cuddled Misha’s shoulders. “You all right, bird?”
“I freaked out. I’m sorry. Would it be too much to ask you to sleep with me? I’m useless. I’m scared of my own shadow. We can build a pillow wall if that makes you more comfortable. I don’t want to make things weird.”
Grim laughed and got up from the sofa, swaying slightly as he walked toward the bed. “Nah, I think we can manage without a fort between us.”
“I—You know. No one likes a cock tease. I don’t want to be a pain. I’d just really rather you are next to me.” He swallowed, watching Grim’s body in the pale glow from the window. There were a few scars scattered over Grim’s skin, but other than that, Grim could easily compete with Misha’s favorite porn models. Misha sat up on the carpet and looked up at the sex god above him. He was such a pathetic mess in comparison. Freaking out over sleeping alone in a hotel bed.
Grim smirked and squatted in front of Misha, reaching out to him. “Come on, I’ll help you into bed.”
“I know I’ll get over this at some point. It’s all like a fresh wound, oozing blood every time I close my eyes.” Misha got to his knees and let Grim pick him up. He could crawl back onto the bed on his own but was embarrassed of how awkward that would look. Even if it was something many of his webcam viewers enjoyed seeing, Grim included.
