“I could get used to seeing you on your knees.” He licked his lips, and I shook my head at him.
“You are the worst.”
“I can’t be the only one in pain here.” He pointedly glanced down at his black boxer-briefs that clung nicely to the outline of his cock. His half-hard cock.
God, he was going to kill me.
Focusing on not jostling his wrist at all, and not on his crotch, I carefully tugged his jeans the rest of the way off and sat back with a sigh.
Sitting between his feet as I was, I had a great view of his legs. Long and lean, covered with a dusting of dark hair.
Perfect.
Wednesday night seemed a lifetime ago. Far too long since I’d touched him, and without thinking, I ran my hand up his shin, loving the prickle of hair under my palm.
“Finn.”
I looked up, meeting his gaze, his eyes half-lidded as he stared back at me.
“You know I’ve thought about this moment so many times. You on your knees between my thighs, backlit by the lights of a Christmas tree. A perfect present.” His smile was wry. “Didn’t think it would happen quite like this.”
I ran my hand up and down the back of his calf, his words making me smile.
I had been wondering whether to get him a present.
“If you could keep really still...” I offered.
He looked torn, but eventually he groaned and closed his eyes. “Can’t believe I’m turning this down, but as hot as it would probably be, I’m knackered and my wrist hurts. Besides.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “When we do this again—and we will, right?” I nodded. “Then I want to enjoy it to the full. No distractions.”
“Okay.” I stood, reluctantly, and looked down at him. “You can’t sleep like that though. Let me at least help you lie out a bit.”
“Yeah, all right.”
He ended up sitting against the cushions in the corner, with his feet stretched out in front of him. With it being a corner sofa, his back was nicely supported and he actually looked really comfy.
“Hang on,” I said, heading to the door. “I’m just going to fetch you a quilt and pillow.” I ran upstairs and fetched them from his room, pausing outside mine. Then shook my head. No, I wasn’t going to sleep down there with him. A, because there was no room on the sofa and no way was I sleeping on the floor. And B... well, it felt a bit like overkill. He probably needed a break from me after being together most of the day.
He was asleep by the time I got back downstairs, Angus back on his lap, stretched out like a long piece of extra-thick string.
“Traitor,” I murmured, scooping him up so I could lay the quilt over Jasper. “I guess you’re sleeping down here tonight, eh?” I didn’t mind. I liked knowing he’d have company, even if it was my turncoat of a cat.
With Angus back in position and Jasper’s arm now resting on the pillow, I turned the lights off and went back upstairs. The day had been long and not as I’d expected it to turn out.
I rubbed the back of my neck as I climbed the stairs. So many questions swirled around in my head, all needing answers. Not tonight though.
I had a long week ahead of me, and I needed sleep.
We could talk when I got back. Jasper wasn’t going anywhere.
I snorted.
That might be part of my problem. But one we needed to fix because I wanted him in my life. Even if I wasn’t ready for us to live together as more than housemates. Maybe a week away would give me some perspective. Like I’d said to Jasper. Today had been all kinds of intense.
Maybe we’d both feel differently after a little time apart?
I yawned as I reached the top of the stairs, my bed calling to me.
Yeah, everything could wait until I got back.
