The Wheel - Part three
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new_kateTitle: The Wheel
Author: Newkate
Fandom: Saiyuki
Warnings: Reincarnation fic. NC-17 for m/m smut and some language.
Betaed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hibem.
Part One: Shift
Part Two: Dance
Part 3: Experiment (Ch. 2 of 4)
Ch. 1
It was as bizarre as you could feel without any medications. We played catch. Well, mostly Sam and Eric, since I, apparently, threw like a girl and Kieran would not sully himself with something that undignified. In the end he threw several balls just to show Eric how it’s supposed to be done and broke a Petri dish, which, as I eventually agreed, had no business sitting on the desk and not being stored in the cabinet. I’ve been using it as an ashtray when I needed a cigarette desperately enough to have one in the lab, puffing smoke straight into ventilation grid, ducking away from smoke detectors, but I didn’t tell Kieran that. He disapproved of smoking.
The session was running dangerously long, so I broke up the fun, locked Sam up and kicked the men out of my lab. I stayed, worked and talked to the boy until my assistants arrived to process the calculation results and recalibrate the equipment for our next test.
As I walked back to my room, I pondered if I should go see Eric and do some damage control, but in the end I didn’t have to.
He was inside, asleep in my bed.
I shoved him awake, and he sat up, blinking his bleary, exquisitely exotic eyes.
“Now I’m positive you’re not supposed to have the keys to my private quarters.”
He just smiled and reached out his hand. I wanted to be annoyed and angry, I truly did, but his face was soft from the sleep, and his smooth strong torso was naked under the blankets…
Scratch that, all of him was naked.
I still wore his scent. I suppose it was rather disgusting – at least he showered before breaking into my restricted access lab, - but he found it moving, so I didn’t argue.
His hands deftly stripped me and stroked me into a gasping, quivering mess. I pulled him on top of me and stared into his face, transfixed by his beauty, while he moved, sending a hot wave of bliss through me with each slow grind of his hips.
“I want to thank you,” he said. “What would you like me to do?”
“This is good, don’t stop... Thank me?”
“For deciding not to report me. I could get into a lot of trouble.”
“I don’t want you to be in trouble, Colonel, I like you right… here. Oh, this is great. It’s very sweet that you took the time and trouble, not to mention the risk, to come and play with Sam. I’m sure it meant a lot to him. Ah, a little faster, please...”
“Yeah… He’s just a kid, there should be more to his life than being sliced and electrocuted. Plus, I… Damn, you are so hot, Akiyama, I can’t believe you actually sleep with me... I was hoping if Sam trusted me, maybe he would be able to touch me.”
“It’s not psychological, that much I know. Kieran is different…”
“Kieran Flaherty?” he leaned closer, to lick and bite at my ear. My eyes closed against my will, my head was spinning, whiny moans I could not stop were filling the room. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he sped up a little more, his erection solid, warm and slick against my own. “Do you fake your reports on Senator Flaherty’s orders?”
“Ah…”
“Senator was the one who hired you for this project, and now it looks like you and his nephew go way back. Should I be jealous?”
“I never said we were exclusive, Swenson. Oh, gods, no, don’t stop, please!”
He pressed me into the bed, holding himself just high enough so I couldn’t reach him, couldn’t touch, couldn’t get any release.
“Come on, tell me about him, I want to know. You say he’s a friend, but it’s not that simple, is it?”
I twisted in his grasp, but he only tightened his fingers on my wrists. He was twenty pounds heavier than me, all of that muscle, so the only way for me to break free would be to hurt him, and I was seriously considering doing just that.
“Oh, shit, when you glare like that…” he swallowed, trying to steady his shaking arms. “I just melt, you know. Can I fuck you? Please?”
“No,” I desperately tried to school my face into a mask of disdain, but I was on the verge of succumbing to a smile - the same smile that distressed Kieran, I suppose.
“Don’t do this to me, Akiyama, I can’t take it. It’s like in those damn dreams where you tell me...”
He almost literally bit his tongue. It was quite a scene, complete with jaws snapping, eyes blinking stupidly, throat working around the words we tried to swallow and making terrified choking sounds, but somehow it wasn’t very funny. I strained against his suddenly lax hold and did the only thing I could manage – licked his chin with a tip of my tongue. He moaned at that and ducked his head to plaster shaky kissed all over my face.
“I prefer your hands to be free,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. “If you want me restrained, we could use your belt. But please, be gentle, I’m still a little sore from the last time you screwed me into the mattress.”
He made a dizzyingly erotic sound, something between a grunt and a growl, and suddenly his arms were around me and his mouth was everywhere, firm and greedy, pressure, suction, touch of teeth. When he pushed the second slippery finger inside me I had to bite back a scream, but I refused to let pain distract me and latched onto pleasure. We had less than a week left so small things didn’t matter.
“Is this too much?”
“No. Do it, just do it!”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to get you again tomorrow.”
“Oh, you will, I promise. Unless you make me wait too long and I decide to punish you… Oww!”
“That’s it, Akiyama, I’m cutting you off. We’ll just…”
And frankly, with his tongue fiercely stabbing my mouth, his legs entwined with mine, his large strong hand circling both our erections together, I had no ground for complaints. He climaxed first and finished me off at a leisurely pace, clinging to me with every limb, licking our mingled sweat off my neck. The moment my orgasm subsided I felt drained, lethargic, and didn’t even have enough energy to stifle a yawn.
“Is this a night time for you?” he asked with a heartbreakingly affectionate smile.
“I can’t even tell any longer. I keep switching shifts, you see, so I often forget to sleep.”
“Well, don’t fight it, have a nap. I have to go on duty soon, but I’ll let myself out.”
I curled around him, relishing the complete physical bliss of sexual satiation and a warm, perfect, desirable body next to mine.
“I don’t know if I should trust you not to take pictures of my sleeping, drooling face, Swenson.”
“I’m sure you’re stunning even when you drool. Sleep.”
He kissed my eyelids closed, rocked me several times until I growled my displeasure at being treated like a toddler, pressed his face into my hair. I fell asleep to the sensation of his body heat seeping slowly into my skin, his breath tickling my ear, and woke up alone but still smiling to find a note lying on the empty pillow, written in his messy scrawl, full of juvenile sex-talk and promising ideas for the next encounter.
Clearly, that was when he planted bugs on my clothes - while I slept, fucked into oblivion. He must have bugged my room earlier, before getting in bed.
*-*-*
It all started a month ago, with a phone call.
“Tadashi,” said Kieran. “I need you here by tomorrow morning. Do you have money for a plain ticket? You need to leave in an hour to catch a flight.”
I let out a quiet sigh:
“I suppose. Tell me what to pack.”
“Nothing, just hop on that plain and I’ll explain everything after I pick you up from the airport.”
“All right then. See you tomorrow, Kieran.”
“Look, I know it’s sudden…”
“It’s the least I can do, we’ve been through it. How long you suppose it will take?”
“I can’t say.”
“A day? A week? I need to give my co-workers some kind of timeframe. We’re running the field tests, I’m needed here.”
“You might have to resign.”
I closed my eyes and breathed, slowly and steadily. It’s Kieran, I reminded myself, I owe him this and more.
“Well, unless it’s certain I’d like to return here by Friday. Do you think it’s realistic?”
“If you say no, you can just sign the non-disclosure and fly home. But you have to hear me out first. See you tomorrow.”
And he hung up.
Twelve hours and many signed papers later we were standing in front of the reinforced glass tank several hundred feet under the ground level.
“It’s safe to talk here. I suppose you’ve heard about that explosion on Tuesday. It’s hard to hush, considering the crater is clearly visible from the satellites. Now you know what caused it.”
“The general opinion seems to be that our troops illegally intervened and destroyed their covert military installation, and that’s why both sides are trying to pretend that nothing happened,” I said, watching as the thing behind the glass pulled itself upright, pressed its palms against the transparent surface, and blinked, peering at us with huge, round yellow eyes.
“No. Well, we do have a presence there, but they didn’t cause the explosion. They went to investigate it, and found him. He walked out of the blast zone, looking dazed. They’ve discovered that he can generate indefinite amounts of energy at will, mostly when distressed, and will always produce a power surge on physical contact with a living being. So far we think he reacts to the nervous system. The more advanced it is, the bigger the explosion. He is never harmed by it, though. He understands and somewhat speaks all languages we’ve tried yet, and he does not remember anything before waking up here after being drugged.”
Kieran paused, put his hand on a thick glass against small palms plastered to it from the other side:
“His name is Sam.”
The creature closely resembled a human child, which it very clearly wasn’t.
“I can make you the head of research for this project. At least until it’s reclassified. I don’t think we’ll have any leverage then.”
The thing carefully aligned its fingers along Kieran’s, staring at him with an expression of blind adoration that shook me more than I cared to show.
“I need to know what you want, Kieran. I think I’ve just realised that there are things I won’t do even for you.”
He looked at me, almost shocked:
“What do you think I want to do? I want to save him, of course.”
I laughed and laughed until I stopped being too sure he wouldn’t hit me with his briefcase. The creature behind the glass looked curious and mildly distressed.
“Excellent,” I wiped the tears off my face, studiously avoiding his furious eyes. “I’m on it.”
“It’s not impossible. Uncle’s keeping this project under wraps, buried in red tape, so at the moment it’s overlooked, under-budgeted and understaffed, and I want to seize this opportunity. Of course, it means throwing away everything you have and living in hiding for the rest of your life, and that’s if we’re lucky, so I’ll understand if you refuse.”
“Oh no. If that thing is what I think it is, leaving it in the hands of our military is not an option, not at the moment. I’ll do what I can; it’s just that I’m less optimistic than you. But if your uncle is helping, maybe we do have a shot.”
For a short, short moment Kieran looked almost inclined to physically touch me. Not a hug, of course, maybe a slap on a shoulder or a handshake...
“Let’s go do the paperwork,” he said instead, and I was relieved as much as disappointed.
Getting the security clearance felt almost like the signing of my book at the University library did, only without the pride, exhilaration and monetary rewards. Actually, the only thing those experiences had in common was the number of signatures I had to produce. I didn’t read any of the forms – I meant to break those vows, whatever they were, so it wasn’t important.
I got fingerprinted, submitted to a retinal scan and gave a blood sample. Technically this was more than enough for them to find me afterwards, wherever I tried to hide, but sometimes one had to work with limited choices, and dwelling on it didn’t change anything.
After a long and pointless interview I was let out of the mirrored room and managed to coax a cup of something approximating cappuccino out of a vending machine. I was trying to enjoy the taste of reconstituted soy milk and burnt chemicals when I felt someone’s eyes on me.
I glanced over the edge of my paper cup and saw a tall young man in uniform lounging in a chair on the other side of the hall, studying me with an unreadable expression.
He looked a little bit like an angel, a little bit like a porn star, a lot like something I wanted to grab, inhale like a drug, mark with my smell, feel with my tongue. His eyes were bright and hungry, with absurdly long dark lashes, short hair vivid coppery-red, and his mouth…
My fingers involuntarily tightened, hot liquid splashed in the cup and heavy, flavourless foam stuck to my upper lip. I cursed inwardly, lowered the cup, licked my lips clean without thinking, and only realised what I was doing after seeing the sudden flare in the man’s eyes. I was hopelessly lost between feeling mortified and smug, so I gave him what I hoped was a neutrally polite smile and performed a strategic retreat.
“Who is the redhead?” I asked Kieran as soon as I’ve managed to locate him.
“The annoying lanky one? Must be Colonel Eric Swenson, he’s being considered for a new Chief of security for this installation.”
“Oh... Oh, my. Kieran, could you make sure he’s hired? I have a plan.”
“What kind of a plan?”
I didn’t care to elaborate at the time, so I simply stood there, smiled and blushed like a schoolgirl. Kieran smirked, looking me up and down, shook his head:
“So the rumours were true?”
“Mostly, yes,” I admitted. He never asked before, but I never intended to lie if he did.
“And the Dean was actually stating a fact. You know, when you punched him.”
“Well, yes, but he was being crass. And you hit everybody who comments on your androgynous beauty, although it’s an undeniable fact as well.”
He snarled a little, but didn’t look uncomfortable, so I assumed that this little revelation about my sexuality wasn’t going to change things between us.
“I don’t know if I like the plan where my associate has to get screwed by some oaf from the brass,” he said suddenly. I was momentarily stunned. Well, he didn’t say “my friend”, but the sentiment was very close.
And it only took me twelve years.
“Oh, but I do. This will make the whole ordeal at least entertaining. What?” I asked of his incredulous look. “It’s called ‘silver lining’. I don’t suppose you’d believe me, but sex is fun, Horatio.”
Kieran grimaced, as always secretly annoyed at the allusion that he was not the centre of the Universe more than at my condescending tone. But I felt strangely entitled.
Next Chapter
Author: Newkate
Fandom: Saiyuki
Warnings: Reincarnation fic. NC-17 for m/m smut and some language.
Betaed by
hibem.Part One: Shift
Part Two: Dance
Part 3: Experiment (Ch. 2 of 4)
Ch. 1
It was as bizarre as you could feel without any medications. We played catch. Well, mostly Sam and Eric, since I, apparently, threw like a girl and Kieran would not sully himself with something that undignified. In the end he threw several balls just to show Eric how it’s supposed to be done and broke a Petri dish, which, as I eventually agreed, had no business sitting on the desk and not being stored in the cabinet. I’ve been using it as an ashtray when I needed a cigarette desperately enough to have one in the lab, puffing smoke straight into ventilation grid, ducking away from smoke detectors, but I didn’t tell Kieran that. He disapproved of smoking.
The session was running dangerously long, so I broke up the fun, locked Sam up and kicked the men out of my lab. I stayed, worked and talked to the boy until my assistants arrived to process the calculation results and recalibrate the equipment for our next test.
As I walked back to my room, I pondered if I should go see Eric and do some damage control, but in the end I didn’t have to.
He was inside, asleep in my bed.
I shoved him awake, and he sat up, blinking his bleary, exquisitely exotic eyes.
“Now I’m positive you’re not supposed to have the keys to my private quarters.”
He just smiled and reached out his hand. I wanted to be annoyed and angry, I truly did, but his face was soft from the sleep, and his smooth strong torso was naked under the blankets…
Scratch that, all of him was naked.
I still wore his scent. I suppose it was rather disgusting – at least he showered before breaking into my restricted access lab, - but he found it moving, so I didn’t argue.
His hands deftly stripped me and stroked me into a gasping, quivering mess. I pulled him on top of me and stared into his face, transfixed by his beauty, while he moved, sending a hot wave of bliss through me with each slow grind of his hips.
“I want to thank you,” he said. “What would you like me to do?”
“This is good, don’t stop... Thank me?”
“For deciding not to report me. I could get into a lot of trouble.”
“I don’t want you to be in trouble, Colonel, I like you right… here. Oh, this is great. It’s very sweet that you took the time and trouble, not to mention the risk, to come and play with Sam. I’m sure it meant a lot to him. Ah, a little faster, please...”
“Yeah… He’s just a kid, there should be more to his life than being sliced and electrocuted. Plus, I… Damn, you are so hot, Akiyama, I can’t believe you actually sleep with me... I was hoping if Sam trusted me, maybe he would be able to touch me.”
“It’s not psychological, that much I know. Kieran is different…”
“Kieran Flaherty?” he leaned closer, to lick and bite at my ear. My eyes closed against my will, my head was spinning, whiny moans I could not stop were filling the room. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he sped up a little more, his erection solid, warm and slick against my own. “Do you fake your reports on Senator Flaherty’s orders?”
“Ah…”
“Senator was the one who hired you for this project, and now it looks like you and his nephew go way back. Should I be jealous?”
“I never said we were exclusive, Swenson. Oh, gods, no, don’t stop, please!”
He pressed me into the bed, holding himself just high enough so I couldn’t reach him, couldn’t touch, couldn’t get any release.
“Come on, tell me about him, I want to know. You say he’s a friend, but it’s not that simple, is it?”
I twisted in his grasp, but he only tightened his fingers on my wrists. He was twenty pounds heavier than me, all of that muscle, so the only way for me to break free would be to hurt him, and I was seriously considering doing just that.
“Oh, shit, when you glare like that…” he swallowed, trying to steady his shaking arms. “I just melt, you know. Can I fuck you? Please?”
“No,” I desperately tried to school my face into a mask of disdain, but I was on the verge of succumbing to a smile - the same smile that distressed Kieran, I suppose.
“Don’t do this to me, Akiyama, I can’t take it. It’s like in those damn dreams where you tell me...”
He almost literally bit his tongue. It was quite a scene, complete with jaws snapping, eyes blinking stupidly, throat working around the words we tried to swallow and making terrified choking sounds, but somehow it wasn’t very funny. I strained against his suddenly lax hold and did the only thing I could manage – licked his chin with a tip of my tongue. He moaned at that and ducked his head to plaster shaky kissed all over my face.
“I prefer your hands to be free,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. “If you want me restrained, we could use your belt. But please, be gentle, I’m still a little sore from the last time you screwed me into the mattress.”
He made a dizzyingly erotic sound, something between a grunt and a growl, and suddenly his arms were around me and his mouth was everywhere, firm and greedy, pressure, suction, touch of teeth. When he pushed the second slippery finger inside me I had to bite back a scream, but I refused to let pain distract me and latched onto pleasure. We had less than a week left so small things didn’t matter.
“Is this too much?”
“No. Do it, just do it!”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to get you again tomorrow.”
“Oh, you will, I promise. Unless you make me wait too long and I decide to punish you… Oww!”
“That’s it, Akiyama, I’m cutting you off. We’ll just…”
And frankly, with his tongue fiercely stabbing my mouth, his legs entwined with mine, his large strong hand circling both our erections together, I had no ground for complaints. He climaxed first and finished me off at a leisurely pace, clinging to me with every limb, licking our mingled sweat off my neck. The moment my orgasm subsided I felt drained, lethargic, and didn’t even have enough energy to stifle a yawn.
“Is this a night time for you?” he asked with a heartbreakingly affectionate smile.
“I can’t even tell any longer. I keep switching shifts, you see, so I often forget to sleep.”
“Well, don’t fight it, have a nap. I have to go on duty soon, but I’ll let myself out.”
I curled around him, relishing the complete physical bliss of sexual satiation and a warm, perfect, desirable body next to mine.
“I don’t know if I should trust you not to take pictures of my sleeping, drooling face, Swenson.”
“I’m sure you’re stunning even when you drool. Sleep.”
He kissed my eyelids closed, rocked me several times until I growled my displeasure at being treated like a toddler, pressed his face into my hair. I fell asleep to the sensation of his body heat seeping slowly into my skin, his breath tickling my ear, and woke up alone but still smiling to find a note lying on the empty pillow, written in his messy scrawl, full of juvenile sex-talk and promising ideas for the next encounter.
Clearly, that was when he planted bugs on my clothes - while I slept, fucked into oblivion. He must have bugged my room earlier, before getting in bed.
*-*-*
It all started a month ago, with a phone call.
“Tadashi,” said Kieran. “I need you here by tomorrow morning. Do you have money for a plain ticket? You need to leave in an hour to catch a flight.”
I let out a quiet sigh:
“I suppose. Tell me what to pack.”
“Nothing, just hop on that plain and I’ll explain everything after I pick you up from the airport.”
“All right then. See you tomorrow, Kieran.”
“Look, I know it’s sudden…”
“It’s the least I can do, we’ve been through it. How long you suppose it will take?”
“I can’t say.”
“A day? A week? I need to give my co-workers some kind of timeframe. We’re running the field tests, I’m needed here.”
“You might have to resign.”
I closed my eyes and breathed, slowly and steadily. It’s Kieran, I reminded myself, I owe him this and more.
“Well, unless it’s certain I’d like to return here by Friday. Do you think it’s realistic?”
“If you say no, you can just sign the non-disclosure and fly home. But you have to hear me out first. See you tomorrow.”
And he hung up.
Twelve hours and many signed papers later we were standing in front of the reinforced glass tank several hundred feet under the ground level.
“It’s safe to talk here. I suppose you’ve heard about that explosion on Tuesday. It’s hard to hush, considering the crater is clearly visible from the satellites. Now you know what caused it.”
“The general opinion seems to be that our troops illegally intervened and destroyed their covert military installation, and that’s why both sides are trying to pretend that nothing happened,” I said, watching as the thing behind the glass pulled itself upright, pressed its palms against the transparent surface, and blinked, peering at us with huge, round yellow eyes.
“No. Well, we do have a presence there, but they didn’t cause the explosion. They went to investigate it, and found him. He walked out of the blast zone, looking dazed. They’ve discovered that he can generate indefinite amounts of energy at will, mostly when distressed, and will always produce a power surge on physical contact with a living being. So far we think he reacts to the nervous system. The more advanced it is, the bigger the explosion. He is never harmed by it, though. He understands and somewhat speaks all languages we’ve tried yet, and he does not remember anything before waking up here after being drugged.”
Kieran paused, put his hand on a thick glass against small palms plastered to it from the other side:
“His name is Sam.”
The creature closely resembled a human child, which it very clearly wasn’t.
“I can make you the head of research for this project. At least until it’s reclassified. I don’t think we’ll have any leverage then.”
The thing carefully aligned its fingers along Kieran’s, staring at him with an expression of blind adoration that shook me more than I cared to show.
“I need to know what you want, Kieran. I think I’ve just realised that there are things I won’t do even for you.”
He looked at me, almost shocked:
“What do you think I want to do? I want to save him, of course.”
I laughed and laughed until I stopped being too sure he wouldn’t hit me with his briefcase. The creature behind the glass looked curious and mildly distressed.
“Excellent,” I wiped the tears off my face, studiously avoiding his furious eyes. “I’m on it.”
“It’s not impossible. Uncle’s keeping this project under wraps, buried in red tape, so at the moment it’s overlooked, under-budgeted and understaffed, and I want to seize this opportunity. Of course, it means throwing away everything you have and living in hiding for the rest of your life, and that’s if we’re lucky, so I’ll understand if you refuse.”
“Oh no. If that thing is what I think it is, leaving it in the hands of our military is not an option, not at the moment. I’ll do what I can; it’s just that I’m less optimistic than you. But if your uncle is helping, maybe we do have a shot.”
For a short, short moment Kieran looked almost inclined to physically touch me. Not a hug, of course, maybe a slap on a shoulder or a handshake...
“Let’s go do the paperwork,” he said instead, and I was relieved as much as disappointed.
Getting the security clearance felt almost like the signing of my book at the University library did, only without the pride, exhilaration and monetary rewards. Actually, the only thing those experiences had in common was the number of signatures I had to produce. I didn’t read any of the forms – I meant to break those vows, whatever they were, so it wasn’t important.
I got fingerprinted, submitted to a retinal scan and gave a blood sample. Technically this was more than enough for them to find me afterwards, wherever I tried to hide, but sometimes one had to work with limited choices, and dwelling on it didn’t change anything.
After a long and pointless interview I was let out of the mirrored room and managed to coax a cup of something approximating cappuccino out of a vending machine. I was trying to enjoy the taste of reconstituted soy milk and burnt chemicals when I felt someone’s eyes on me.
I glanced over the edge of my paper cup and saw a tall young man in uniform lounging in a chair on the other side of the hall, studying me with an unreadable expression.
He looked a little bit like an angel, a little bit like a porn star, a lot like something I wanted to grab, inhale like a drug, mark with my smell, feel with my tongue. His eyes were bright and hungry, with absurdly long dark lashes, short hair vivid coppery-red, and his mouth…
My fingers involuntarily tightened, hot liquid splashed in the cup and heavy, flavourless foam stuck to my upper lip. I cursed inwardly, lowered the cup, licked my lips clean without thinking, and only realised what I was doing after seeing the sudden flare in the man’s eyes. I was hopelessly lost between feeling mortified and smug, so I gave him what I hoped was a neutrally polite smile and performed a strategic retreat.
“Who is the redhead?” I asked Kieran as soon as I’ve managed to locate him.
“The annoying lanky one? Must be Colonel Eric Swenson, he’s being considered for a new Chief of security for this installation.”
“Oh... Oh, my. Kieran, could you make sure he’s hired? I have a plan.”
“What kind of a plan?”
I didn’t care to elaborate at the time, so I simply stood there, smiled and blushed like a schoolgirl. Kieran smirked, looking me up and down, shook his head:
“So the rumours were true?”
“Mostly, yes,” I admitted. He never asked before, but I never intended to lie if he did.
“And the Dean was actually stating a fact. You know, when you punched him.”
“Well, yes, but he was being crass. And you hit everybody who comments on your androgynous beauty, although it’s an undeniable fact as well.”
He snarled a little, but didn’t look uncomfortable, so I assumed that this little revelation about my sexuality wasn’t going to change things between us.
“I don’t know if I like the plan where my associate has to get screwed by some oaf from the brass,” he said suddenly. I was momentarily stunned. Well, he didn’t say “my friend”, but the sentiment was very close.
And it only took me twelve years.
“Oh, but I do. This will make the whole ordeal at least entertaining. What?” I asked of his incredulous look. “It’s called ‘silver lining’. I don’t suppose you’d believe me, but sex is fun, Horatio.”
Kieran grimaced, as always secretly annoyed at the allusion that he was not the centre of the Universe more than at my condescending tone. But I felt strangely entitled.
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