Jules actually whimpers when he does that.
All of Lachlan’s focus is going into pretending he doesn’t see Jules’ arousal and pretending he isn’t fighting his own.Some physiological responses are unavoidable under the right conditions.
It’s natural, normal and meaningless.
‘There, all done.’
Jules’ hand stays in his hair when Lachlan comes out from between Jules’ thighs, has his blood all over his fingers and a swipe at the corner of his mouth too but Lachlan doubts it’ll show, his face is so traitorously warm.
The windows in the car are fogged up.
Jules’ breaths are rapid and shallow, eyes glassy but fixed on Lachlan and his grip hasn’t waned once.He uses it pull him close, gaze roaming.‘Thank you,’ he whispers, and it’s awetwhisper, the type of thing where Lachlan hears him swallow, hears the sounds of his tongue.It hits him all at once how fucking attracted he is to Jules in this moment, like his body was justwaitingfor some kind of permission and now given, it’s gone wild.‘That hurt.’
Lachlan nods, doesn’t know what he’ll do if Jules tries to kiss him.
He’s not certain he’d push him off.
All the world has narrowed to the back of this car, just them and the blood and the air they’re sharing.
‘You were very brave.’
Jules pulls him closer.
‘It hurt when he fucked me too.’
Lachlan’s mind shifts tracks without friction,Focus Modetaking over before the thought has even fully formed.‘He hurt you?’
‘Not like that, just…’ Jules takes a shaky breath.Lachlan feels the vibrations of it, the boy strung tight like a harpsichord.‘Hurt like I think it’s meant to.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘I liked it, yeah.’
‘Oh.’He tries to relax.‘OK, good.’
‘Would you kill him if he did hurt me?’
‘Probably, yeah.’
‘Because you’re my bodyguard?’Jules slides down in the seat while pulling Lachlan very gradually on top of him.‘Or because you like me?’
Intelligently, Lachlan says, ‘I am… your bodyguard.’
‘Yeah, you are, and you’re so good at it,’ Jules praises, lying sideways across the seats now, reeling Lachlan in with slow, smooth movements, like he knows anything abrupt might startle him.‘Do you wanna know a secret?’
Despite knowing it’s a monumental mistake, Lachlan nods, dazed, mesmerised, already so fucking caught.‘Tell me.’
‘I didn’t let him kiss me on the mouth,’ Jules whispers, still gripping his hair in one hand, caressing Lachlan’s blood-marked cheek with the other.Lachlan is on top of him now, and he cannot fathom how it happened.
Stupidly,Lachlan asks, ‘Why not?’
Jules smiles and he says, in a sensory whisper so full ofsoundit’s like he’s inside Lachlan’s skull, ‘Because I want it to beyou,Bodyguard.
Lachlan’s pulse misfires.
‘What?’
‘You’re all I want for my birthday.’
