"Fuck. It'll be a mess."
Which scared the living shit out of Sloane. They had Hudson and TIN to provide the best medical attention possible, but what if either wasn't an option? How the hell did a regular hospital treat a half Human, half T
herian? Especially if every test they ran came back screwed-up? Hopefully they'd be able to get to the bottom of it soon. Sloane didn't like the idea of them not being able to get Dex medical treatment when he needed it.
Seb stared at him. "Shit, Sloane. What the hell is in that DNA of yours?"
"I don't know, but as long as it doesn't hurt him, I'm okay with it. Knowing he can hold his own against whatever he faces out there is good enough for me. Hopefully the rest will get sorted out."
A slew of British curses met Sloane's ear, and he cringed.
"Your man does not like to lose."
Seb's eyes went slightly wide. "Are you kidding me? Everyone's always surprised when he kicks their ass at pool, or football, or soccer, thinking that he's this awkward science nerd, but he is ruthless when it comes to competition, and yeah, he hates losing." Seb drew his knees up and let his elbows rest on them. "He doesn't get pissed at his opponent, though. He gets pissed at himself. As if his losing reflects how inadequate he is. A complex gifted to him by his asshole father."
Sloane turned his attention to Hudson, whose brows were drawn together in concentration as he circled Dex. Both had their shirts plastered to their skin with sweat, and Hudson had smartly worn contacts, even though he hated them. Sloane lost count of how many times Dex had dropped Hudson to the mat. Hudson charged, and Dex spun on his heels, ended up behind Hudson, threw his arms around his waist, picked him up, and slammed him down.
"He's being a little hard on Hudson, don't you think?" Seb asked, concern etched on his face.
Dex wasn't holding back, but he had his reasons. "Hudson means a lot to Dex, and he wants to make sure Hudson's prepared for whatever we face. If that means he pisses Hudson off, then he'll do it. Dex might be a joker in a lot of respects, but when it comes to the safety of those he cares about, he's hard core."
"I can see that."
Even though Sloane felt for Hudson, especially every time he hit the mat, he couldn't help but admire Dex. His perfect posture, his expertly calculated moves, the way his muscles flexed beneath his clothes. The loose, black workout pants accentuated Dex's perfectly rounded ass, and the sweaty shirt stuck to his skin outlined the delicious curve of his spine and the muscles of his finely sculpted torso. He'd wiped the floor with Sloane, and Sloane couldn't be prouder.
Seeming to have had enough of being floored, when he next hit the mat, Hudson wrapped his legs tight around Dex, and the two crashed down together, thrashing about as each one tried to get the upper hand. They rolled around, grunting, Hudson's legs wrapped around Dex's waist, Dex's head in a chokehold. Somehow, they ended up with their shirts halfway up their bodies, and Seb cleared his throat.
"I know this is probably inappropriate, but is it me, or is this kinda... porny?"
Sloane tilted his head for a better angle as Hudson arched his back to try to budge Dex, but Dex had managed to get out of the chokehold and had Hudson's wrists pinned above his head.
"Uh, yeah, definitely porny." Sloane stood at the same time as Seb. "Maybe we should take a break," Sloane called out. Dex looked his way, and Hudson twisted his body, flipping the tables on Dex and rolling them over so he was sitting on Dex's stomach.
"Ha!" Hudson threw his arms up in victory when Seb took hold of his wrist and pulled him to his feet. Hudson smiled at his husband. "Hello, darling." He put a hand to Seb's cheek. "Your face is so red. Didn't you get any rest?"
Seb cleared his throat again. "Um, yeah, just, you know, why don't we hit the showers, and meet up for something to eat later?"
Before Dex could reply, Sloane spoke up. "Great idea." He helped Dex to his feet, pretending he hadn't noticed Dex narrowing his eyes at him. They agreed to meet up later, and Sloane took hold of Dex's hand and quickly led him out of the training bay.
"Um, Sloane? What's going on?"
Sloane shook his head. "Nothing. Just going to hit the showers."
"The locker room is the other way."
Sloane had no intention of showering anywhere near anyone else.
"Sloane?"
Sloane led Dex back to his new private training bay, and more importantly, his office with the fully stocked, brand-new shower. As soon as they got into his office, he put the room in privacy mode, turned, and pounced.