Page 26 of The Night Vision
“You still haven’t told me what kind of test,” Tighe complained and Silas smiled.
“It’s a blood test but it won’t be that bad.”
Tighe’s eyes lit up and his smile widened. “A fight for first blood? I’m good at fighting when I have to,” he said confidently.
“It’s not a fighting test.” Silas paused and kept his face straight, forbidding himself from laughing. “A medical professional will use a tiny needle to take a little bit of blood from your arm or your hand. They’ll test the blood in a lab and send you an email. We’ll set it all up together.” He pecked at Tighe’s lips and traced the curve of an asscheek. “That feels good?” he asked in a gravelly whisper as he caressed the cleft and teased Tighe’s hole.
He answered with a soft, seductive hum. “See for yourself,” Tighe suggested, then bit back a moan as the tip of Silas’s finger pressed into slick, clinging heat.
“That does feel nice.” Silas had no idea how he was already hard and hungry for more, especially at his age. Not that he was complaining or taking it for granted. “Want some more?”
Chapter Twelve
Tighe’s second shower at Castle MacIlwraith was incredible. The water was much warmer in Silas’s shower and Tighe was made to feel like a king again as he was thoroughly washed from head to toe.
“I think I missed this spot,” Silas murmured in Tighe’s ear while stroking his cock with soapy hands.
“You didn’t but I don’t mind.” Tighe felt like he was floating in the steam, his bones melted from a deep scalp scrub. Silas had also kneaded Tighe’s neck and shoulders and the pleasure almost made his legs buckle. “I really like showering.”
“Me too but we should get moving. Everyone else is probably up and in the kitchen and you need to eat.”
“I could eat you,” Tighe said as he turned and sucked on Silas’s lip. He started to lower to his knees but Silas stopped him.
“I’m gonna need some time, Tighe. I’m forty.”
“Forty…?” Tighe said, then laughed when he realized Silas was referring to his age. “How old do you think I am?”
“I don’t know…thirty-four?” Silas answered and Tighe shrugged.
“Then you would not be very much older than me.”
“Are you?” Silas asked as he turned off the water.
“Am I what?”
Silas made a muffled snorting sound and coughed. “Are you thirty-four?” he finally asked.
Tighe shrugged. “I don’t know but that’s close enough, right?”
“Close enough?” Silas blinked back at him. “No, it’s not, but we’ll figure that out too. Somehow. Or we’ll see if Merlin can.”
They dried and dressed and Tighe watched Silas shave before he was led downstairs and down the hallway to the kitchen.
“I think you’ll like it in here,” Silas said as he gestured at a door at the end of the hall, by another set of terrace doors. “It reminds me of an old apothecary but with lots of plants and dried things and plenty of natural light.”
He pushed the door open and Tighe was immediately drawn to the room’s soft, morning glow and the smell of numerous fresh and dried plants. There were potted plants along the windowsills and bundles of herbs, flowers, and bulbs hung from a rack to dry, and a wide, open pantry boasted shelves of dried herbs, berries, seeds, nuts, grains, mushrooms… On the counters, bowls of fresh fruits and vegetables were intermixed with mortars and pestles, copper and glass bowls, a few small cauldrons, and glowing, honey-scented candles. Much of the wood was left unfinished and there were many rustic stone vessels andnumerouscrystals of all sizes were scattered around the room.
Everywhere Tighe looked he saw somethingnatural, immediately soothing his senses and piquing his curiosity.
“This is nice!” Tighe said, making Nox and Nelson chuckle as they raised their cups, greeting them.
“Come and help yourselves!” Merlin insisted with a wave at the long, wooden work table. There were pastries, cheeses, cutfruit, various nut butters, and honey. “I have some tea ready,” he said as he held up a pot.
“Yes, please!” Tighe said and thanked Nelson when he handed him a cup and saucer. They were very fancy but Tighe could tell by the faded and worn gold trim on the edges and the occasional chip that they were using pieces that were treasured heirlooms. “Thank you!” he bowed his head at Nox.
“I trust you both slept well,” Nox said, grinning over the rim of his cup at Silas. “Although, I did hear someone calling for a ‘fucking god’ this morning,” he murmured and Silas shook his head.
“That’s not really your business, is it?” he said but Nox’s head tipped from side to side as his lips twisted.
