Damon’s smile grew even wider. “Okay, why don’t you think about it again. Concentrate. And I’ll see if I can catch it.”
Cain shook his head against the pillow and laughed. “You need me to massage your temples while you’re at it?”
“Nope. Messes with the energy flow. Just concentrate.”
God, the man was silly. They were silly together. This was a side of Damon he wouldn’t have believed existed, but he loved it, loved that no matter how fucking complicated and dangerous andshittythe world outside was - Russian criminals dogging them, reporters contacting him - everything between them was easy as breathing and made him feel warm from the inside out.
So, yeah, he concentrated.I love Damon,he thought.Love, love, love.
“Whoa, that’s weird,” Damon said, eyes widening. “I’m still getting the image of donuts, but now there’s also bacon. Do you want donuts and bacon?”
Cain’s stomach growled at the reminder of how badly he needed food and coffee, stat.
“That’s a good guess,” Cain agreed. “But no. And that’stwo. Wow. If you wanted me to fuck you again, you just had to say so, you know.”
Damon laughed. “Is that what you’d use your forfeit on? Fucking me again?”
Cain cleared his throat. “I… maybe.”
Damon rolled closer to Cain, gripping his waist beneath the blanket, and Cain’s heart jumped into a staccato rhythm. “Spoiler,” he whispered. “You can fuck me any time you want.”
Cain sucked in a sharp breath. “T-that’s good to know.”
“Thought you might be interested in that,” Damon agreed with a wink.
“Anytime, as innow?”
“Well, not this very minute. We’re in the middle of something here. I have a contest to win first.”
Cain sighed. “Damon, I either need bacon and donuts,orI need to fuck you. Both, really, but I’ll take either.”
“One more shot, come on.”
“Fine.” Cain’s sigh could have parted the trees outside. “One more shot.”
Damon watched him intently, his smile soft and sure, and once again, Cain felt himselfconcentrating, not because he thought it could help Damon, but because he couldn’t help it.I love you, you crazy man.I love you.
“Got it!” Damon said.
“I can’t wait to hear it!” Cain enthused, pushing the covers down so he could be one step closer to either food or fucking. “Does it involve maple syrup? Or lube? Oh! Or maple syrupaslube?” He shuddered. “That is maybe the worst thing anyone’s ever thought of. But if you’re into it…”
“You love me,” Damon interrupted.
“W-what?” Cain’s mouth dropped open. “Where did you get that?”
“Are you denying it?”
Cain licked his lips, suddenly unsure. Neither of them had said the words yet, and he didn’t want Damon to feel pressured to say them, not when he was still figuring out how he wanted his life to look now that his name was cleared, not when they still hadso fucking muchmore work to do in bringing SILA to justice. He tried to read the look in Damon’s eyes, but it was the same look he always wore - warm, and loving, and… oh.
Oh.
“No,” Cain said more confidently. “I’m not denying it.”
Damon’s smile was incandescent. “Ask me how I know,” he whispered.
Cain bit his lip. “How did you know,Big Daddy?” he repeated, loving the way Damon’s eyes laughed into his.
“Because I was laying here earlier watching you sleep,” he said. He trailed a finger down the tattoo on Cain’s arm. “And I was thinking the same thing. I love you, too.”
