Hell no.
“You gotta be joking. Have you not noticed that our bodies are literally tied? Doesn’t that freak you out? Because it sure freaks me out,” Zane told him and poked Roach’s chest. His shirt was slightly damp, and from up close the musky scent of smoke was so strong it was making Zane’s head light.
Roach gave a deep sigh and rubbed his head, messing up his hair yet again. That was likely why it always looked like a bird nest. “Yeah, it’s fucking crazy, but if the magical lady takes the curse off, I’m gonna have to fight you then and there, and I wanna be in my prime for that.”
Zane snorted. “You think I’m gonna fight you just like that? Why risk it?” he asked, giving Roach’s bicep a gentle squeeze. It was such a fine piece of flesh. “No way. I’m gonna wait for the right opportunity before I strike you down.”
“You gonna poison me?”
“I’m not telling you shit. You’ll find out when you die.”
Roach raised his eyebrows. “What if I leave town?”
“You won’t. You want me too much to let me go,” Zane said with a grin and tapped Roach’s shoe with his before leaning closer with the rest of his body. He was a wave about to hit the rocks of Roach’s firm chest and angular hips.
“And you want me to prove that’s not true by actually going to the medium?” Roach squinted but didn’t pull away, and ran his knuckles across Zane’s solar plexus instead. “What is this reverse psychology bullshit?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. This bastard was so damn hot, and his touch left a fiery line on Zane’s abs.
He swallowed as threads of heat trailed from the spot where Roach had touched him, pulling his balls, his dick, even his nipples to attention. “No psychology. It’s just something we need to do,” Zane said, struggling to control his breathing as Roach’s fingers swirled over his stomach.
His own pushed under Roach’s top and touched the hairy skin. Oh, how good it felt against his fingertips.
“Am I getting something in return?” Roach’s voice got that sexy huskiness that made Zane want to both slap and lick him at the same time.
“Only if you’re a good boy and take us to her as soon as we’re done here.”
But he hooked his finger under the leather belt and pulled at Roach, bringing him that fraction of an inch closer. He was in charge and Roach better understand that.
The air sparked, smelling of caramel and smoke, and Zane couldn’t look away from the deep green of Roach’s eyes.
“Okay,” Roach rasped, even though it wasn’t clear what he was agreeing to. It probably didn’t matter to the sex-starved baby gay.
But Zane knew what he wanted from that hulk of sturdy, muscular flesh tonight.
“Pull down everything and sit on the edge of the tub,” Zane commanded, pushing Roach away with more gentleness than he’d intended. If he hadn’t done that, pushing closer to the firm chest might have been too much of a temptation.
Roach licked his lips and couldn’t unzip his jeans fast enough. The tool belt dropped to the floor with a heavy clang. Zane wasn’t surprised, but it still impressed him when Roach pulled down his pants and underwear and revealed that he was already hard. He sat his ass on the edge of the tub, as commanded, and spread those muscular thighs. He wasn’t covered in fur, but the dark body hair was prominent enough on his skin to make Zane swallow.
He was Zane’s type. Not unnaturally muscular like bodybuilders but strong, sturdy, and with shoulders Zane would have loved to lick all over if it wasn’t for their humiliating past. Regardless of how Roach saw it, Zane would always remain in control of the situation and satisfy his needs with Roach’s body, not the other way around. Roach’s pleasure would only be a by-product of what Zane chose to do.
“What got you so hard? Do you like it when I’m being an ass?” Zane asked, kicking Roach’s foot gently, so he’d place them even farther apart.
Roach looked away. “No, just… you. Talking sex stuff,” he mumbled.
“What was it? The dirty bits? What makes you hottest?” Zane whispered, drawn in by the intoxicating scent of cigarettes that would have been disgusting on anyone else. But not on Roach. On Roach, it was an aphrodisiac he wanted to breathe in every day.
Damn it.
He rested his left hand on Roach’s shoulder and closed his other on the hard cock, biting his lip when it twitched, smearing moisture over the tender skin of Zane’s inner forearm.
Roach exhaled, his eyelids fluttering, and the echo of his pleasure resonated through Zane. “You said I was hot, and… being around you makes me horny all the fucking time.”
“You’re too easy,” Zane whispered, staring back into green eyes shadowed by heavy lids as he pumped the thick shaft, slowly descending to his knees. He kinda liked that about Roach. Unlike Zane, he wasn’t playing a game, his intentions pure in their neediness.