Jun’s gaze pinned him to the wall as firmly as his palm, dark and beautiful and fierce with wanting. Theo keened as Jun leaned down to rest their foreheads together, his breath hot on Theo’s cheek.
Theo dropped his mouth open. Jun’s eyes darted down to Theo’s lips, and then he squeezed them shut with a bitten off moan as Theo added a flick to the end of his wrist on every stroke.
Theo licked his lips fitfully, accidentally drawing the edge of his tongue along the length of Jun’s red-bitten lower lip. At the contact, Jun’s breath hitched in his throat, and his cock jerked in Theo’s fist. His heavy lids shot open, sending a vicious glare that only pushed Theo closer to the edge.
He returned Jun’s glare even as he repeated the motion, blatantly licking into Jun’s mouth this time. Jun retaliated by turning his head with a sharp bite to Theo’s neck, sending him flying over the edge in hot pulses over his fist.
Jun let go with a final squeeze, his messy hand covering Theo’s as they worked to finish him together, their wet fingers tangling into a filthy knot. He opened his mouth over Theo’s throat, teeth pressed to the thin skin there as he panted and groaned through his orgasm, adding to the mess of their hands.
Theo slumped back against the wall; their harsh breaths echoed through the cabin as they stared at each other, flushed and, for once, speechless.
Jun couldn’t look away from Theo’s lips, his mouth still hanging open as he caught his breath. Something flickered across his face that sent shivers down Theo’s spine as he leaned over him, nudged a thumb between his lips, and hooked behind his teeth insistently with a low grunt.
“Lick it off,” Jun said in a tone of command as natural as breathing.
He watched closely, broad chest heaving and jaw tight, as Theo cleaned his thumb with little kitten licks.
Theo finished with a nip to his thumb pad, breath hitching as Jun swayed closer. He brushed their cheeks together, then pushed away, rucking up his shirt to wipe his hands along the hem.
Theo struggled to roll his tongue back into his mouth at the sight of black ink climbing up the hard ridges of his abdomen like vines on a brick wall.
He endeavored to pretend he had not been ogling him as Jun grabbed his wrist and cleaned his hand on his shirt with all of his attention focused narrowly on his task.
Theo let out a nervous giggle as Jun spread his fingers to get every inch of him clean. “Well. That was certainly something, wasn’t it? I don’t know about you, but I could go for more of that. Preferably three times a day, at regular intervals. Possibly four, provided we make an effort to maintain proper hydration.”
Jun’s lips tilted up into his almost-smile before a scowl settled back into place. He stepped away and glared at the wall over Theo’s head as he fastened his trousers in quick, angry movements. “It was a mistake. This can’t happen again.”
Despite his youth, Theo had found himself in similar situations more times than he would care to count, swept up into a passionate embrace only to have his partner pull away and express his regret just as Theo was imagining cuddles by the fire.
There was something about Theo that made men think of him as little more than a bad decision, immediately regretted and forgotten about at the first opportunity.
It was just as crushing to hear now as it had been when he was seventeen. “Oh. I see.”
He examined the shiny toes of his spats as he buttoned his trousers, letting his hair swing in front of his face like a curtain. There was a small drop marring the toe of his left shoe that would require some attention in the very near future. Best to focus on that, for the moment.
It wouldn’t do to dwell on anything else.
Jun’s breath had finally evened out, the cabin now quiet enough that there was nowhere to hide Theo’s discreet sniff as he attempted to force back the pressing weight of rejection.
A tentative brush of rough fingers across his forehead only increased the pressure as Jun carefully tucked his hair behind his ears. Theo refused to lift his face, painfully aware that he went all red and blotchy when he was holding back tears.
It was not exactly his best light in which to be seen.
Jun’s boots shuffled against the floor grate as he moved closer and then immediately away in an awkward dance of indecision. “It’s not you.”
That brought Theo’s chin up because, though he had heard his classmates complain of the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech, he had never actually received it. Likely because it was usually him, after all. Theo was the only common denominator in dozens of failed affairs. He knew it, and so did his partners.
Most often, he had been the recipient of the “I can’t continue on with you because you’re entirely too much…you” speech. Which was fair, if extremely hurtful. No one was more familiar with how difficult it was to remain close to Theo than Theo himself. Except perhaps his unfortunate twin, poor thing.
Jun’s face was set with determination as he crossed and uncrossed his arms in the next step of his dance. His loaded holster swung with the movement, and the damp hem of his shirt hung out of his pants like a flag of surrender. Theo indulged in a burst of pride over how very undone he appeared after such a brief encounter.
“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have—” Jun broke off with a low groan, gripping the top of his hair and twisting as he looked away and then back down into Theo’s eyes. “I’ll do better. This won’t happen again.”
Something in his face told Theo that, as much as Jun might want to believe everything he was saying, he wasn’t any more convinced
