It occurred to him that this was usually the time when his mind would start to focus on all the ways this situation could be worse, but tonight he had no urge to play that game. Not when he could focus on the warm weight of Damon’s arms around him, and almost imagine a future out there that might actually bebetterthan what he had now.
Damon shifted and winced, stretching his injured leg out in front of him, and Cain stood quickly. “Oh, hey, I bought something for you at the pharmacy today.”
He grabbed the white paper sack he’d left next to his bag of clothes and removed a bottle.
Damon squinted. “Lotion?”
“Yeah, lavender and something else. Something that’s supposed to be good for easing muscles,” Cain said, giving the label a cursory glance. “I got it so I could rub your leg for you.”
“Rub my leg?”
“I notice you digging your fingers into the muscles all the time when you don’t think I’m watching,” Cain informed him, plopping down beside him once more. “And I figured it’d be even better if I did the whole leg, you know? Since you won’t take the stupid pain pills.”
Damon blinked, his face a total blank, and Cain shrugged to hide the pang of rejection that squeezed his chest. “I mean, I don’t have to. Or you could use it yourself, maybe. I can leave it in the bathroom for you,” he said, pushing to his feet.
Damon grabbed his wrist before he’d taken a step.
“You… bought that earlier so you could rub my leg,” he stated slowly, like he wanted to get the facts straight in his mind.
Cain turned beet red. God, it sounded sostupid. He was no massage therapist. He had no clue what he was doing, or whether it was even a good idea. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Damon’s right hand came up to capture Cain’s left. He removed the bottle of lotion and set it carefully on the bed. “What. The.Hell. Would you be sorry for?” Damon asked softly.
Cain squeezed his eyes shut. “I wasn’t thinking. I don’t really know what I’m doing, obviously. And I-”
Damon’s hand came up to cup Cain’s jaw. “I can’t believe you thought of it,” he interrupted in a whisper. “I legitimately can’t remember the last time someone thought of me that way, except for yesterday when someone remembered to bring my pain pills because I’m a stubborn ass, and that was you, too.”
“Well, that’s… dumb,” Cain blurted. “Why wouldn’t they? You’re… you’re… amazing.”
“Amazing?” Damon’s eyes crinkled at the corners again, and he looked so happy Cain couldn’t even be embarrassed. He rolled his eyes instead.
“Well, when you’re not picking music, calling me kid, or giving me the silent treatment,” Cain clarified. “Then, yes. Amazing.”
Damon’s hands found Cain’s hips and pulled him closer until he was standing between Damon’s spread knees. His face moved forward to nudge the hem of Cain’s shirt with his nose, planting a kiss just above the button of his jeans.
“You can’t just add qualifiers after the fact,” Damon told him, nuzzling higher. “You said amazing.”
Right then, Cain wouldn’t fight Damon onamazingor any other adjective he wanted to use to describe himself. His breath hitched as Damon’s lips moved around his stomach and up to his chest, dropping small kisses like scattershot wherever he could reach.
It was just…sweet, Cain realized, his heart kicking up. He’d never experienced anything like it, and he found himself responding to it way too quickly, his heart thumping harder and his cock thickening behind the seam of his pants.
Damon noticed, and his hands curved further around Cain, holding his ass while he moved his kisses further south.
But Cain didn’t want to simply get lost in Damon again.
“Hey. Do it my way first.” Cain stepped back abruptly and dropped to his knees, working to remove Damon’s shoes and socks, and then throwing them toward the door. He opened the button of Damon’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. Damon stood, his hand braced on Cain’s head for balance, so Cain could yank his jeans to the floor.
Of course, once the jeans were down, Damon didn’t let go, which meant his boxer-covered crotch was directly in line with Cain’s mouth. Cain looked up to find green-gold eyes latched onto his and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Damon’s half-hard dick.
Damon shuddered, and Cain took that opportunity to push him gently back onto the bed.
“Shirt,” he told Damon. His eyes still locked on Cain, Damon pulled his long-sleeved t-shirt off and threw it on the floor near his jeans.
“Lay on your stomach,” Cain said huskily.
Damon raised one eyebrow, but complied, pushing himself up so his injured leg was supported by the bed. He twisted his neck so his eyes stayed on Cain’s face.
