And Thomas was happy to do whatever Evan wanted—especially since it just so happened that they wanted the very same thing.
Chapter Fifteen
Evan jerked at the sharp tug in his side as the maester removed another stitch. “Ow! And you’requitesure I’m healed and my insides won’t come tumbling out?” he asked for the third time.
The maester made a sound suspiciously like a sigh. “Quite sure, Your Grace. The wound is completely closed.”
“If you say so,” Evan said, allowing doubt to linger in his tone. “Are we done?”
The maester pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, sir.”
Evan almost felt bad for tormenting the maester, except he hadn’t quite forgiven the man for telling Thomas that there was to be no ‘messing about’, as he termed it, until Evan’s stitches were out. Thomas had taken the physician’s orders to heart, fussing over him like a mother hen and steadfastly refusing his advances, no matter how Evan had tried to tempt him.
It had been the longest ten days of Evan’s life.
He jerked again as the maester tugged another stitch out. “Was that the last one?”
Another sigh. “No, Your Grace. Please try and stay still.”
Evan let out a dramatic sigh of his own but did as he was told. As much fun as it was teasing the maester, it would be even morefun teasing Thomas after this. Evan planned to pin him down in their bed and turn him into a sweaty, begging mess as revenge for making him wait. He was looking forward to it enormously.
When the maester had removed the last stitch, he wiped Evan’s side down with a cool liquid and stepped back, giving a nod of satisfaction. “Almost as good as new. The scar will fade in time.”
Evan slung his legs off the side of the bed and sat up in one fluid motion. “I’m very grateful,” he said, because he wasn’t a complete bastard, and the maesterhadtaken excellent care of him.
Maester Owens gave a surprised smile. “You’re most welcome, Your Grace.”
Once he’d dressed and been assured that yes, he could indeed resume any and all activities, Evan hurried back to his bedchambers. Thomas had promised to meet him there once he’d done his morning patrol.
Warmth filled Evan’s chest, and a wide smile split his face when he opened the door to find Thomas already there, naked and propped up against the pillows. The sight of his captain—because hewasEvan’s now—was still enough to give him butterflies.
He wasted no time in kicking off his boots, peeling out of his shirt and trousers, and joining Thomas on the bed, straddling him and capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
It had been averylong ten days.
Thomas’s hands were warm as they caressed Evan’s bare skin and Evan soaked up the touch eagerly as they kissed. Thomas’s fingertips skated over his scar and lingered there just for a moment when Evan shuddered, the new-grown skin still sensitive.
“It’s fine,” Evan murmured against his mouth. “I’m fine.”
To his credit, Thomas took him at his word—or perhaps he was just as pent up and desperate as Evan was. Either way, he grasped Evan by the hips and rolled him gently onto his back before working his way down his body in a series of slow, gentle kisses that had Evan shivering and his cock hard and leaking. Thomas licked and sucked his way across the tender skin of Evan’s belly. Then he lowered his head and took Evan’s erection in his mouth, dragging sounds out of him that Evan hadn’t known he could make.
Thomas glanced up at him from between his thighs, mouth stretched in a wicked grin around his cock, and he laid one muscled forearm over Evan’s stomach, holding him down as he swallowed his length. Heat raced through Evan’s veins and his entire world was reduced to Thomas’s mouth on his cock, hot and wet and perfect. His hips rocked as he tried to thrust up, but Thomas had him firmly pinned in place, and somehow being held down made the want thrumming through his veins sharper, more urgent.
Evan’s heart thundered in his chest and heat pooled in his belly, and when Thomas ran his tongue around the head of Evan’s cock, teasing at the slit, he threw his head back and let out a pitiful whine that he’d deny making later. He reached down and grasped Thomas’s hair and rutted up into his mouth as much as he was able, and when Thomas cradled his balls in one giant hand and gave a gentle squeeze, Evan’s world exploded.
He shuddered and gasped as he came, spilling into Thomas’s warm, willing mouth. Thomas worked him through it, swallowing around his pulsing length, and only pulled off after Evan’s cock gave one weak, final spurt and he collapsed against the mattress.
He wondered briefly what had happened to his plan of making Thomas beg, but he decided that being at his captain’smercy was equally satisfying. He might even prefer it—some of the time.
The brush of lips against the skin of his belly had him opening his eyes and he smiled lazily down at Thomas, who seemed to be on a mission to kiss every inch of skin he could reach. “Come here,” he rasped.
Thomas pressed one last kiss to his hip before he obeyed, his erection swaying as he crawled up the bed and settled on his elbows over Evan. He grinned down at him, his face flushed, and Evan draped one arm across his shoulders and rolled Thomas over easily onto his back. Thomas let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan when Evan ran his palm over the head of his leaking cock, spreading the slick wetness before wrapping a hand around the shaft and stroking it.
Thomas’s hips rocked and he fucked up into Evan’s grip in short, desperate strokes. Leaning in, Evan pressed their mouths together in a wet, messy kiss, swallowing all the little gasps and bitten-off moans that Thomas was making, claiming them like a prize.
It took barely any time before Thomas’s breathing became ragged, his movements sped up, and he tensed and came in hot, messy spurts that decorated his stomach and chest.
Evan gave one last stroke of Thomas’s still-twitching cock, and Thomas sagged against the mattress and let out a contented sigh. With a last gentle kiss, Evan rolled to his own side of the bed. He hissed when the sudden movement tugged at his wound, the area still fresh and tender. Thomas was instantly alert, casting him worried glances.
