Thomas turned them and, still kissing Evan, walked him backwards across the room toward the massive four-poster bed. When the back of Evan’s knees hit the side, Thomas placed a hand on his chest and gave him a gentle shove. Evan landed with a soft whump, throwing his hands behind him to steady himself. The lamplight cast shadows up and down the length of his body, highlighting the dips and curves of his muscles, hislong limbs glowing golden as he sat perched on the side of the bed. He grinned up at Thomas and spread his legs wide in silent invitation.
Thomas dropped to his knees, barely breathing. Ever since Evan had sucked his cock last night, he’d been hoping for a chance to return the favour. He took pride in being able to take a man apart with nothing but his mouth, and Evan’s cock was so very pretty like this, long and pink, and flushed and damp around the head. He licked his lips and leaned forward, steadying himself with his palms on Evan’s thighs, and took the shaft into his mouth.
Evan made a tiny, shocked sound, and that was all the encouragement Thomas needed to continue. He inhaled deeply, taking in Evan’s scent before he slid his lips further down, an inch at a time, enjoying the weight against his tongue. He set up a slow, lazy rhythm, bobbing his head and gradually increasing the suction until Evan was clutching at his shoulders and panting. His own cock was hard and aching, and Thomas wrapped a hand around it and stroked himself, groaning in relief around Evan’s length. When Thomas flicked his tongue over the slit, Evan’s cock pulsed and leaked, and he swallowed around the burst of salty liquid. Evan let out a low moan and grabbed a handful of Thomas’s hair, steering him none too gently forward.
Thomas let himself be led, burying his face between Evan’s thighs as he licked and sucked while stroking himself to the edge of completion. Evan gave a series of short, desperate thrusts and his cock throbbed hot and heavy in Thomas’s mouth. A tremor ran through Evan’s thighs, and Thomas hummed around his mouthful of cock as he reached underneath and fondled Evan’s balls, then gave a gentle tug. That was all it took for Evan to cry out, arch his spine, and come in Thomas’s mouth.
The broken sounds Evan made as Thomas swallowed around him were enough to send Thomas over the edge. His cockthrobbed, heat raced through him, and Thomas spilled mere seconds later, his release painting the side of the quilt.
He stroked himself through it until he was spent, and rested his head against Evan’s thigh as his entire body went as limp and boneless as his cock. Evan ran his fingers through Thomas’s hair with slow, gentle movements that very nearly had him drifting off, and he could have stayed like that for days except it got to a point where he couldn’t ignore the ache in his knees from the stone floor any longer.
Thomas reluctantly levered himself to his feet and stood, unsure what happened next. Did he join Evan on the bed, or was he supposed to get dressed and leave? He’d only ever seen Evan leaving other people’s bedrooms, not the other way round. But by the same token, Evan had invited him here, and he didn’t think he was enough of a bastard to kick Thomas out while his cock was still damp.
Was he?
Evan answered his question by standing, draping his arms around Thomas, and kissing him, slow and sweet. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled Thomas downward, sending him off balance, and they landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Thomas let out a surprised laugh when Evan rolled him onto his back and straddled him, grinning down at him. “I hope you weren’t thinking of leaving because I have plans.”
“It never crossed my mind,” Thomas lied.
“Good,” Evan said, and leaned down and kissed him with surprising tenderness. Thomas kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Evan and pulling him down so they were plastered together. Evan made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but Thomas got the feeling he really didn’t mind being manhandled, not if the way his lips curved up into a smile against Thomas’s mouth was anything to go by.
When they parted, Evan propped himself up on his elbow, expression hopeful, and said quietly, “You can leave if you’d prefer, but I’d rather like it if you’d stay the night?”
Warmth flooded through Thomas at the request, and he almost felt bad when he said, “If I stay, I’ll have to leave early. I’m on the dawn shift.”
“And I have to break it to Leo and Felix that they’re going to Koroslova.” Evan wrinkled his nose. “Terrible place. Much too cold for my delicate constitution.”
Thomas suspected Evan was about as delicate as a cast iron frying pan, but he kept that opinion to himself.
Evan kissed him once more before he settled his head on Thomas’s chest and threw an arm over him with a contented sigh that suggested he wasn’t moving any time soon. Thomas didn’t mind. They fitted together like Evan was meant to be there, and in his current boneless, fucked-out state, it was almost perfect.
Almost.
Something was poking into Thomas’s shoulder from underneath the feather pillow he was currently resting his head on. He shuffled around a little and managed to get a hand under the pillow, only for his fingers to close around cold, hard steel.
It took him a moment to identify what he was feeling, but once he realised what it was, he pulled out the short blade and examined it with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
Of course the Rogue slept with a weapon. Ofcourse.
Still, he couldn’t resist faking outrage when he prodded Evan in the side with the handle of the blade. “Really, Evan?”
Evan’s head jerked up. When he saw what Thomas was holding, he didn’t even try to hold back his smile. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised?”
“Not even slightly,” Thomas said. “I just hadn’t planned on getting impaled in my sleep.” If he was honest, there wassomething deeply arousing about sleeping with a man who always had a weapon within arm’s reach. Perhaps hewouldlet Evan impale him later—just not with a knife.
Evan rolled his eyes and took the blade from him, dropping it off the side of the bed where it hit the rug with a dull thud. “Better?”
“Much,” Thomas said with a smile.
“I feel very unprotected right now,” Evan muttered as he settled himself back against Thomas’s chest. “An army could come for me in my sleep.” Thomas got the feeling he was only half joking.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he wrapped an arm around Evan and pulled him close, “I’d fight an army to keep you safe.”
And he was surprised to find that he meant it.
Thomas woke before dawn—somehow, he was the small spoon again—and let himself soak up the warmth of Evan’s body for a few extra minutes before reluctantly easing out of Evan’s grip and sitting on the side of the bed. He stood and stretched and yawned, smiling at the memory of the night before. Evan had woken him sometime in the small hours of the morning with a trail of light kisses down the side of his neck, which had led to other, more purposeful kisses. Thathad led to Evan climbing on top of him and grinding his cock in the crease of Thomas’s hip, and Thomas rutting up against Evan’s belly. They’d found a rhythm that worked and moved together, slow and lazy and barely awake, until they’d collapsed against each other in a sticky, sweaty mess. Thomas had barely had the energy to reach out and grab the corner of the bedsheet to wipe them clean before they’d both fallen back into a deep sleep.
Evan was still out cold. His face was half buried in the pillow, his hair was tousled, and his shoulders were bare where the quilt had fallen away when Thomas climbed out of bed. He looked so tempting that Thomas wanted to climb back in just so he could run his hands over that bare skin. He settled for sitting on the side of the bed and brushing Evan’s hair off his forehead before leaning in, his lips brushing Evan’s cheek in a soft kiss.
