Scipio, at least, seemed satisfied with the transformation.He circled them anew, sniffing a full inspection, making Jem laugh when he got a little too fresh with his nose.Tean was too tired to think about pajamas—he was too tired to think about anything—so he slipped under the covers.A moment later, Jem was there next to him, grunting and groaning as he lowered himself onto the bed.Scipio finally settled down, and within moments, the Lab was snoring.And then Jem made a strained noise.He wiggled around against the pillow a few times.And then he was touching Tean, his hand rubbing Tean’s stomach, his foot brushing Tean’s.
“Are you okay?”Tean asked.
Jem was quiet for a moment.Then he said, “I was going to lean over you romantically and kiss you.”
“But your ribs didn’t want to cooperate?”
“No, they did not.”
Somehow, it was still possible to laugh.
Jem’s foot continued to move against Tean’s.His hand made slow circles on Tean’s belly.
“I can still smell the smoke,” Tean said.“A little.”
“It’s a bitch to get out of your hair.”
It wasn’t anything in particular.It had been the water, and the feel of skin against skin, and now this, the slow touches that didn’t have to mean anything.Tean was exhausted.He was going to fall asleep any second.His eyes were literally dropping shut.And his dick was hard as steel.
Jem’s hand slipped down, and he whispered, “Uh oh.”
“We’re going to sleep.”
“Okay.”
And his hand continued to move.He stroked lightly, up and down.His thumb moved across the tip of Tean’s dick, brushed, came back, brushed again, playing with the slit before he slid his fingers down to the base again and squeezed.
“Jem,” Tean said.
“Hm?”
“We’re going to sleep.”
“So go to sleep.”
And another slow stroke.He cupped Tean’s balls, rolled them, gave them a pat that made Tean groan.His face was still hot from the fire.
“Your ribs are hurt,” Tean said.
“My ribs are broken, babe.”
“You can’t fuck me.”
“Broken ribs never stopped anybody.I mean, maybe they did.I bet there’s an episode ofMedical Marvelsabout it, actually.”
Sometimes, Tean had learned, you couldn’t take the bait.“And I can’t ride you.”
“You don’t have to do anything.Except maybe get the lube, because I swear to God, babe, I actually don’t think I can sit up.I’ll jerk you off, and you’ll fall asleep, and that’ll be the end of Mr.Happy’s Bedtime Adventures.”
Instead, Tean rolled so that he sat stride Jem—below his hips, where he knew he wouldn’t jostle his ribs.Jem was hard too.He had a nice dick: a good length, a good girth.When Tean squeezed it, he thought he could smell the bead of pre in the dark, and a moment later, wetness rolled against the curve of his thumb.Jem groaned, and then he whispered a little scratchily, “Uh oh.”
Tean found the lube in the nightstand, but when he opened the cap, Jem said, “Here.”
It took a moment for Tean to understand what he was saying.But then he found Jem’s hand and squeezed lube into his palm.A moment later, Jem had a hand wrapped around them.He began to stroke them together.It was different now.The slickness of his touch.The hot thickness of his dick against Tean’s.Tean shivered.His hips jerked once.
“Go on, baby,” Jem whispered.“Get it.”
Tean’s breath felt caught in his throat, but he rolled his hips again.Jem tightened his hand, and Tean fucked into it again.He wanted to make it last.He wanted to make Jem feel good.He wanted not to feel anything but this, and so he thrust and bucked and drove his dick into the tight ring of Jem’s hand, slid against the hard length of his shaft.The room was dark, but he closed his eyes anyway.His cheeks felt tight.His mouth hung open, and his breaths sounded small and urgent.His balls ached.He heard himself, and it was like listening to a stranger—this other person who sounded like he was about to cry.
