Catalysts: The Scientific Method by Kris Ripper

Author:Kris Ripper
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Gay, MM, GLBT, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, BDSM
Publisher: Kris Ripper
Published: 2015-10-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sleep claimed him, washing over his head and pulling him down into the depths. He’d had a beer, Hugh had a cup of tea, and they chatted in the library for ages, until Will could barely keep his eyes open. He did not remember lying down or saying goodnight. He didn’t remember anything.

And now: a hand on his neck.

No. Hugh’s hand on his neck.

He knew his breathing had probably already changed, that Hugh of all people would know he’d woken up, but Will kept his eyes closed a little longer. He couldn’t account for how safe he felt, when Hugh rested his hand there, or on a shoulder, against a cheek. Safe and protected and also turned on. Weird, Willie. But it didn’t feel weird. It felt fucking hot.

“Give me your hand,” Hugh said softly.

Will surrendered his hand. For a moment Hugh’s hand disappeared, pulled Will’s palm to his—chest, apparently—all hot skin and muscle.

“Do you feel my heart beating?”

He pressed his hand flat, stretching his fingers out wide. “Yeah.”

“That’s how excited I am about this morning. I am way ahead of you today.”

Will opened his eyes. “You mean—thought you said it was no big deal?”

“We’ve built it up quite a bit. It now feels like a big deal.” Hugh’s gaze cut away for a second, then came back, and he reached out again for Will’s neck. “I’m trying not to ask how you’re feeling. Did you sleep well?”

“Sure. Fine. You?”

“Insomnia. Gave me a lot of time to think. I’m sorry about last night. Again.”

“’Kay. Never mind. What happens now?”

“You still want to take a shower?”

And stick a finger up your butt? “Uh, well, if you—”

“Don’t think about me. I’m not even a little worried. But I wouldn’t mind—watching. And maybe helping, if you’d like.”

A rush of heat burned over his skin; suddenly Will was sweating under his arms, down his spine. “Yeah, okay.”

“Sit up. Allow me to undress you. You’ve never actually worn this much clothing to sleep. I’m finding the anticipation of revealing your skin especially delicious at the moment.”

God. Will sat up, raising his arms when Hugh tugged the hem of his shirt over his head.

“Yes.” Hugh rose to his knees, pulling Will with him, pressing their bodies together, only light pajama pants separating their dicks.

At least Will wasn’t the only one totally fucking hard right now. Hugh shifted to the side, dragging his erection across Will’s, and Will moaned. Fabric dragged against skin, dick dragged against stomach. His toes curled.

“Really. I’d love to shove your pants down and suck you all the way into my throat until you yelled—”

Will hissed at another drag over his dick.

“—But that would interrupt my other plans for you. Up, Will.”

Right. Shower. Wait. Pants off. Then shower. Hugh had two dry towels already hung up on the hooks just outside the shower door.

“How long have you been up?”

“Ah. Three? Three-thirty.”

“Hugh—we didn’t go to sleep until like after midnight.”

“Like I said: insomnia. Anxiety makes it worse.” Hugh turned back to adjust the water in the shower, but Will wasn’t quite finished.

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