Page 110 of Runaway Magic
“Maybe.”
The pounding on the door came again, and it was followed by Jack’s voice calling out, “Stop doing dirty things to Cym. We have a situation.”
“Shit! We’re with the guardians?” Cym hissed.
“Yep!” Jack answered merrily. “You two have a nice safe place to get to know each other better. But you need to do it later. There’s a meeting you two need to be a part of. You’ve got ten minutes to get downstairs before I come and fish you out myself.”
“Um…” Cym sat frozen on top of Fourteen. It was possible he was broken.
“Copy that,” Fourteen replied to Jack so he’d go the fuck away.
He tuned his senses toward the other side of the door, and when he heard Jack’s footsteps fade into the distance, he said, “I think he’s gone.”
“Thank the gods. I’m okay with being with the guardians right now, but wow, some of them need to learn boundaries.” Cym shrugged, gave a kittenish smile, and dipped his head to whisper against Fourteen’s mouth. “There’s a lot we can manage in ten minutes, or so I’ve read.”
Cym gave a happy wiggle and Fourteen was reminded of the intimate position they were in. He wanted nothing more than to flip Cym over, strip off his clothes, and bury himself as far inside the small man as he was allowed.
But they weren’t done yet, and Cym’s enticingly wiggly ass was tangential to the last thing they needed to discuss. Thank god for Jack’s timely interruption. Without it, Fourteen doubtedhe’d have had the ability to focus past the irresistible man in his arms.
Fourteen gripped Cym’s hips, planning to hold them still, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinding into Cym’s ass. Cym’s eyes went glassy and he met the thrust with an enthusiastic moan.
Fuck, that had been a terrible idea. Was Fourteen really going to do this to himself?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them and inspected Cym, taking in the beautiful blush on his cheeks and those clear, innocent eyes. The mess of pale hair draped over his shoulder made Fourteen want to tug on it to see what would happen, but the open trust on Cym’s face was enough to give Fourteen pause.
“We’re not ready for this yet.” Fourteen knew he probably could have said it in a gentler way, but he didn’t know how to be a gentle person. The only thing he knew for certain was that he needed to be clear.
“Wha…?” Cym blinked in confusion, clearly not expecting to hear this. “Um, do you not want this? Because it feels like you want it from where I’m sitting.”
Fourteen gave a small laugh. Cym may look innocent, but he certainly wasn’t acting like it right now. But he was still young and inexperienced. And very obviously traumatized from a long, horrible ordeal.
And Fourteen likely was too.
He didn’t know where the ability to think this way came from. Normally he was a fuck-and-leave sort of person. He didn’t like touching people he didn’t have to, and sex was an impersonal activity used to release tension. He didn’t want that with Cym.
“I want more than just this,” Fourteen said, finally. “You deserve more than a quick fuck right now. We both do.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty certain I want to do this right now.” Cym’s eyes were fever-bright, and Fourteen was pretty sure he wasn’t at optimal reasoning capacity.
“I want it too.” So fucking much it hurt. “But, you haven’t done this before, have you?” If Cym had been locked up since childhood with limited contact with other people, it wasn’t a stretch for Fourteen to assume as much.
“Um… we did some stuff earlier.”
“But that was all, right?’
Cym gave a defeated little sigh. “...Yes.”
“You’ve known me for two days.”
“It was an eventful two days!”
“I want more than a victory fuck from you. I want to… learn you.” Fourteen had almost said study instead of learn but had decided it would have sounded creepy. “I want to find out how to take care of you properly. And I need to reset. I’m wound up from too much fighting and not enough downtime. There’s a real chance I could hurt you badly. I don’t want to lose control with you just because I’m too wound up not to.”
That last bit didn’t cool Cym down as much as Fourteen thought it would. No. He looked… excited.
Cym was practically panting when he asked, “You’re stronger than a norm, aren’t you?”
“I’m a lot of things more than a norm. If you look at my operating system specs, you’ll see how I’m different.”
