He took a step closer, lowering his voice and injecting a hint of growl into it. “Why are we talking about that anyway?” Curling his hand around Jason’s hip, he let his thumb stroke over the soft skin of Jason’s belly. Skimming teasingly close to the base of his cock. “We’ve established there’s no chance of a potential bond between us. If your offer of relieving a little tension still stands, then I’m willing if you are.” Jason’s cock perked up, now half-hard against his thigh. At least parts of him were interested anyway.
Daryl didn’t hold his breath, but it was a close call. He’d enjoyed the sex Monday night more than he had in a long while. There was something to be said for having sex with someone you trusted.
He’d been able to let himself go in a way he never did with shifters from other packs or the humans he’d been with.
In retrospect, maybe he had taken an unnecessary risk, but nothing had happened. He felt the same about Jason now as he had before. As far as he was concerned, they were good to go, and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity Jason had offered.
Uncertainty clouded his eyes though, and Daryl wasn’t about to force him, no matter how much he wanted to feel him underneath his hands again. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.” He gave Jason’s hip a squeeze then moved back, offering him space and a soft smile despite his disappointment. He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not going to make a big deal out of it.”
Jason still looked torn, and Daryl figured maybe he needed actual distance from him. He took two steps towards the door before remembering. “Fuck.” He debated leaving anyway, taking the consequences, but pride stopped him opening the door. He didn’t like failing at anything. Gesturing to the open bathroom door, he muttered, “I’ll just um . . .”
He got as far as pushing the door open further when he heard Jason move behind him, and then bare arms snaked around his middle.
“I’d like to relieve some tension with you.”
Daryl laughed and placed his hands on top of Jason’s. His smile faded as he realised Jason had been right before. “If we do this, I need to be clear about something.”
“What?” Jason’s breath tickled his ear, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of him so close.
“I don’t want a relationship. With or without a bond. I need you to know that going in.”
He felt Jason’s huff of laughter. “Look at you managing expectations. I thought you didn’t do any of that?”
Turning around to face him, he said, “This is different.”
Jason tensed. “How so?”
“We’re betas in the same pack. We need to maintain that relationship after this ends.”
Did Daryl imagine the flash of hurt in Jason’s eyes? Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Maybe they should—
“Okay, that’s fair enough.” Jason stood up straighter. “I have a few conditions of my own.”
Daryl raised an eyebrow. He liked it when Jason held his own. “Go on.”
“We only do this while we’re here, at the lodge. As soon as we get back to the pack buildings, its business as usual.”
Daryl ignored the niggle he felt at Jason’s words. It was a sensible suggestion. One Daryl should have thought of himself. “Agreed.”
He tugged Jason towards him, fingers loosely entwined with his. “Now that’s all out of the way, maybe we can get on with relieving some of that tension.”
Gaze darting toward the door, Jason raised an eyebrow. “Nathan could be here any minute.”
“I can be quick.” With that, he backed Jason up against the wall and dropped to his knees, hands trailing down the soft hairs of Jason’s thighs. Firm muscle quivered under his touch, and he glanced up to find Jason watching him, eyes dark. “This okay?” he whispered, sliding a hand up to grip Jason’s cock. “I want to taste you. Didn’t get to do that last time.” The scent alone was making his mouth water and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Jason tracked the movement, gazed fixed on Daryl’s tongue. “Knock yourself out.” His voice was gravelly rough, tightening the coil of want Daryl felt deep in his belly.
Leaning close, he breathed in, the heady scent of sex and Jason mixing together and making his head spin.
“Thought you were gonna be qui—”
Daryl took him in his mouth, sliding all the way down until his lips bumped his fist, effectively shutting Jason up. He kept his teeth humanly blunt and tucked away, but claws were fair game. He gripped Jason’s hips with both hands and let the tips of his claws slide out enough to press against the skin. Using his tongue to draw out moan after moan, Daryl dragged his claws lightly over the swell of Jason’s arse, pressing harder every time he sucked him deep.
Jason cried out, hands finding their way into Daryl’s hair, grip painfully tight. He thrust into Daryl’s mouth, cockhead nudging the back of his throat, once, twice, before Jason’s whole body went rigid as his orgasm ripped through him. Daryl clung onto him, holding him up as he emptied onto his tongue, and swallowed.
“Fuck.” Jason had barely released his grip on Daryl’s hair when Daryl shot to his feet.
Dick achingly hard, his claws snicked away as he pulled at his belt and thumbed open his jeans.
