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“Indeed. The latex, or juice, from a poppy pod, to be exact.” He drank and noted that, so far, it wasn’t harsh in effect, tasting just bitter enough to be detected. “This was harvested and aged with care.”
“Give me that,” Nelson ordered, flicking his fingers impatiently, but Nox grimaced, making a dubious sound.
“You really shouldn’t, agent,” he warned as he wondered why Merlin would want Nelson impaired. “We don’t want you getting into trouble and this is very dangerous stuff. A few cups of this and you’ll find yourself with a serious tea habit.” He raised the teacup in salute and winked, before tipping it back and draining it. There was only one way to find out what kind of voyage Merlin had planned for Nelson.
“Wait! I only had a few sips the other night and look at what happened,” Nelson protested, but Nox hummed in intoxicated delight as he set the cup on the saucer and passed it back to him.
“Not my first time chasing a dragon,” he whispered, his nose twitching at the heady fume-like arousal swirling through him. Nox moaned, noting the warm, insistent throbbing in the front of his boxers. “And I think I detect maca and montanoa tomentosa…”
“What does that mean?” Nelson asked, gathering Nox’s face in his hands and tipping it back. “Your eyes!”
“Are they pretty?” Nox offered his lips.
“Your pupils are blown.”
Nox cheered as he angled his head and nibbled on Nelson’s chin. “You wanna blow my what?”
“What does maca and montanona tomatosa mean?” Nelson asked, turning Nox and aiming him at the kitchen door and the hallway.
“They’re for making men horny horny. Like me!” Nox explained. He gripped the hard-on stretching the front of his jeans and gave it an appreciative stroke. “Want to go upstairs and ride my dragon?”
“Maybe…” Nelson said, sounding hesitant as he put an arm around Nox. “Tell me more about the tea. Was someone trying to make me sick or…?”
“No!” Nox shook his head, then laughed at how dizzy he was. He held onto Nelson as they climbed the stairs. “This is a fun tea! Fun tea for fucki—”
“Okay!” Nelson said, cutting Nox off. “There’s the bedroom.” He pointed at the doors at the end of the hall and Nox squinted.
“I think I see it,” he whispered as the hallway and the runner stretched and stretched. “Is this my house?” he asked as he turned and leaned to see how long the hall was on the other side of the stairs. It went on and on and Nox couldn’t see the end.
“You think someone really wanted us to…” Nelson said with a hard cough, making Nox giggle.
“A lot!” he agreed, because he wanted Nelson to fold him like a lawn chair. “What if, instead of a moonwater shower you gave me a golden—”
“No.” Nelson held Nox slightly in front of him.
“Did you know that white witches used a person’s urine and nail clippings to counteract a bad spell? You can still find witches’ bottles all over England!”
“I don’t want to pee in a bottle either.”
“Well! We’ve found another one of your limits,” Nox said, raising a finger and making a mental note. “Wait. What was I noting?” he asked, but shrugged and skipped into the bedroom. “We made it!” he said as he spun back to Nelson and jumped into his arms, laughing when Nelson caught him. “Want to get naked and do something sexy?”
“Maybe later.” Nelson shuffled them into the bathroom, shedding his shirt and tie on the way. “You probably won’t remember any of this later, but try to focus for me now. Who would put opium and maca and Montana tomatoes in my tea?”
Nox laughed as he sucked on Nelson’s lower lip. “Montanoa tomentosa. Probably Merlin,” he said with a snorting giggle. “This wouldn’t be so funny if it was the Badb. He would have killed you or you would have seen bloody crows like Tony.”
“No, that wouldn’t have been funny,” Nelson agreed, earning another giggle from Nox.
“But we’d never let you drink something that might have been tampered with. Merlin and I checked everything in the pantry and the kitchen. He restocked anything that wasn’t sealed.”
“It’s definitely Merlin…”
“Definitely,” Nox said and groaned as he unzipped Nelson’s trousers, tracing the hard bulge beneath the simple white cotton boxers. “You make these so hot.”
“You’re getting hot,” Nelson said as he pressed the back of his hand to Nox’s forehead.
“You’re getting me hot. Take off your pants.”
Nelson parked Nox against the counter and quickly toed off his shoes, then stripped off his socks, trousers, and boxers. “Your turn,” he said as he padded over and lowered so he could help Nox step out of his jeans. He nuzzled Nox’s sac and cock through his briefs, sucking on the wet spot that had spread over the head.
