Page 121 of Psync
“Because I think you will be very upset with me once your head clears.”
That felt a lot like future-Eli’s problem. Now-Eli was positively vibrating under his skin. The way Haruka’s eyes were glued to Eli’s lips as his fingers flirted with the seam made him think it wouldn’t be difficult to push him into doing anything Eli wanted him to.
Night black eyes watched him closely, waiting to see which way Eli would tip.
It would barely take any effort at all, one little bite, one tiny little lick, and Eli knew he’d be getting his ass pounded into the leather seat of the most expensive car he’d ever ridden in faster than he could blink.
But . . .
Haruka didn’t like to share. He’d made it clear that he wanted to keep this part of Eli all to himself, and it felt wrong somehow to take advantage of the fact that Haruka would give Eli anything he asked for just because he asked for it.
“I’ll be good.” Eli squeaked.
Haruka closed his eyes took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. When he opened his eyes, the fire was slumbering once more.
They took the bullet train to Osaka, which was freaking awesome—or at least it should have been, but Eli couldn’t stop thinking about what had almost happened in the back of the limo.
To distract himself from the sexual tension still buzzing under his skin, Eli looked out the window and proceeded to act like a three-year-old at Disney World.
“Look at the size of that Sanrio store!
“How is it possible for everything to be crowded and beautiful at the same time?
“Can we go to that shrine sometime?”
He wanted to see everything, do everything, and talk to everyone. Eli had never experienced anything quite like it in his life. And through it all, rather than teasing him, Haruka simply gave an occasionalhnin response to the nonstop stream of chatter Eli couldn’t keep to himself.
After about an hour, Eli’s brain went a little numb from sensory overload, and he felt his head begin to nod. Before gravity could exert itself, Eli felt Haruka’s large hand guide his head down to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
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Eli woke up in another limo. Either he had suddenly become an incredibly heavy sleeper, or Haruka’s magic touch was just that good.
“Good timing.” Haruka’s voice rumbled under Eli’s head. “We’re almost home.”
“This is your home?” Eli sat up, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he tried to take in the towering chrome and glass skyscraper before them.
The limo breezed through the security of the private entrance and stopped in front of a private elevator. The driver got out and opened the door on Eli’s side, took a step back and lowered his head respectfully.
Eli brushed Haruka’s hands away when he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt. “I’m not three.” His hands were shaking from overstimulation, but he managed to trigger the release.
“Wait.” Haruka put a restraining hand on Eli, halting him before he got out of the car. He held out Eli’s brain meds and a bottle of water.
“Oh.” He’d completely forgotten. The change of time zones combined with his blackout had him so out of sync he didn’t even know what day it was, let alone what time it was. How the hell had Haruka remembered? Eli touched his chest. There was a little glowing ball inside, and it wanted him to say mushy things. “Thank you.”
Eli swallowed the pills and tried to exit the car but was stopped again until he drank the water he’d been offered. “Pushy jerk,” he said, trying to suppress a smile.
“Stubborn cat.”
“I’m excited, sue me. Can we go now?”
“Hn.”
Eli catapulted himself from the car before Haruka could change his mind.
“Who isn’t three years old??” Haruka called after him, taking roughly five hundred thousand minutes to join Eli at the elevator.
“Kidnappers don’t get a say in how their captives behave.” Eli’s eyes darted to the driver, only then realizing his words might be taken seriously. “He didn’t actually”—shit, what was the word for kidnap in Japanese?—“um, steal me, I really want to be here, I promise.”
