Rubbing One Out - Susan Mac Nicol Page 0,25
look on your face, I’d have thought you’d figured out how to solve world peace.”
Dae blinked. “That’s easy. Stop creating wars for stupid reasons of race, territory, religion, sexuality, etc., etc. Accept Mother Earth as the instigator of all things, and the Universe as your world, and prove to her you can protect and love her. That’s it. It’s not rocket science.”
Ben sighed as he hung up his dishcloth. “Would that it could be so easy. I’m not saying I disagree, but that’s one colossal culture change for humanity.” He switched on the kettle. “Fancy a cup of tea and a shortbread biscuit before bedtime?”
It didn’t take Dae long to decide. He did so love the combination of a shortbread biscuit dunked into a hot cup of tea. It had become one of the little pleasures in his current life. “Yes, please.”
He’d take his tasty solace to bed with him and tomorrow he’d figure out what to do about these pesky, possessive feelings he had for Ben.
Chapter 8
There was something comforting about cuddling up in bed with a duvet lying over him, enjoying the sound of the birds outside and the steady rhythm of someone breathing next to him. Ben smiled in his sleepy state and snuggled down farther into the warm body behind him—wait, what the fuck?
He rolled over, yelping when he saw Dae lying stomach down, eyes closed, his long hair tousled across the pillow. Soft breaths emanated from pink, full lips. For the first time, Ben noticed the shadows beneath the Djinn’s eyes and the slight vee between his brows. His bed partner might look at rest, but something wasn’t right.
Ben couldn’t help himself, he lifted the duvet and saw Dae’s naked body was as expected: a sexy heap of curves and planes. One of his long, tanned legs peeked out from beneath, his foot an elegant arch. One hand was scrunched between the pillow and his face, while the other lay over the bed cover. Ben wanted oh so much to move the covers to see the beautiful tattoo on Dae’s back again, and take in the splendour that was his Djinn.
Tentatively, he reached out one hand towards Dae to brush a strand of hair away from his face. Then he came to his senses and pulled it back. He isn’t your Djinn, matey, and touching him when he’s sleeping is creepy.
As quietly as he could, Ben shuffled out of bed, glad he was wearing his favourite pair of flannel GI Joe pyjama bottoms. His morning erection tented the material, and the sooner Ben showered and got rid of it the better.
He froze on his way to the bathroom as Dae muttered drowsily, “Aether, is that you? Are you going to let me come home? I’ve missed you so much.”
Who the hell was Ether? Feeling somewhat disgruntled since Dae was in his bed, thinking about someone else, Ben slid into the bathroom and locked the door. He stepped out of his pants and started the shower, stepping in and yowling a little as he hadn’t left it long enough to get hot.
“Huh,” he muttered as he washed his hair and armpits. “Sneaks into my bed at night and ends up dreaming about somebody else. That’s enough to dent a man’s ego.” He worked up a lather and washed his balls and thighs. His dick was still hard, and he decided to give it a helping hand. He closed his eyes, thinking of the sleeping man in his bed and the curve of his delicious arse and back.
He stroked himself slowly, enjoying the build-up of sensation in his groin as he humped into his hand. Back and forward, slick and tight, the way he liked it. If he’d been in bed, he might have pushed a couple of fingers inside himself to make himself come. Here in the shower, though, there was something completely decadent about jerking off when the man invading his thoughts was a few feet outside the door.
His hands fisted his cock harder and harder, and the more Ben thought about Dae filling him up while he lay captured beneath that toned, sexy body, a prisoner at the mercy of the man pumping into him, holding him down, twisting his face to take his mouth in a dirty, open-mouthed kiss…
“Jesus,” Ben gasped as he came all over his hands and the shower wall. “Fuck, that was good. Holy shit.” He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, his breath coming in gasps of pleasure.