Cain seemed startled. “What look?”
“That look, like you think I’m a better person than I think I am,” Damon whispered.
Deep blue eyes stared into his, and Damon was lost. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth against Cain’s, and his senses exploded. With his eyes closed, the press of Cain’s lips - tentative at first, then firmer, the shocked inhale of his breath, the sexy smell of his cologne, were all magnified until Damon was drowning in sensation, lost in Cain. He wrapped his hand around the back of Cain’s neck, his fingertips rubbing the short, soft hairs at his nape, and took the kiss deeper, his tongue licking into Cain’s mouth. Cain opened for him with a low moan that came from deep inside his chest, and as their tongues tangled, Damon felt honest-to-God electric currents zinging down his arms to his fingertips. He was a dying man shocked back to life by the fire of Cain’s touch.
He broke the kiss with a small gasp and stood staring at Cain, stunned into speechlessness. He’d kissed many people before. Nothing had ever felt like this.
“Sorry. Sorry.” He brought his hands down, caught himself against the counter again. He couldn’t trust himself to stand, and he couldn’t trust himself to lean on Cain. “It was the pain medication,” he said, more to convince himself than anything. “I’m… a little fucked up.”
Cain pushed the back of his hand to his mouth. “Join the club,” he muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head and sighed. “Come on, up you go.” He grabbed for Damon’s waist again.
Damon shook his head, and the world tilted slightly. “Maybe…”
“Don’t worry. Your virtue is safe with me,” Cain told him with a huff as he levered Damon off the counter. “You’re not even going to remember this tomorrow, are you?”
“Remember what?” Damon was confused.
Cain just rolled his eyes. “I’ll call for a car. Let’s just see if we can get you to the curb, okay?”
“Kay. Where are we going?” he managed to get out as he and Cain shuffle-stepped to the door and then out into the hall.
“Anything’s better than nothing, you said. So right now we’re doinganything,” Cain said grimly. “I’ve got an idea, but I’ll wait to tell you about it until you’ve come back down from whatever cloud you’re floating on.”
Damon nodded, or thought he did. Somehow this made perfect sense.
“I’m not walking so well.” He frowned, but Cain snorted.
“I noticed. But don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Damon staggered slightly, pushing Cain into the wall. For a minute, they stood there, bodies aligned, faces so close they were breathing each other’s air. “Yeah? You think you can handle me, kid?”
The moment held, and Damon’s entire world narrowed to Cain’s blue eyes. So dark. He could dive in there and drown before he ever reached bottom.
“I can handle you,” Cain whispered.
Huh.So much conviction. Damon smiled, or at least he tried to. His last thought before everything turned gray wasI’d like to see you try.
