Page 47 of Vampire Lee

“Hey. Words are nice, you know.”

“Words?”

“Yeah, a ‘Hey, Dillon, let’s lie down’ instead of simply pulling at me.”

“But my way is faster.”

“Ass.”

“And there he is, my prickly human.” Lee grinned and wrapped an arm around Dillon, urging him to rest his head on his chest so they could easily watch the TV. He didn’t much care what happened in the movie, but this was nice. Dillon was warm, and maybe not pliant in his arms, but not struggling and stinking of fear either.

Lee ran his hand over his back, small undemanding caresses. He wished he could touch skin. Would Dillon be angry with him if he slipped a hand under his shirt? Maybe not so much angry as…tense.

On the next down stroke, Lee lingered by the waistband of his pajama pants. He liked the pajama pants. They were soft and made Dillon look all kinds of cute. He ran a finger along the hem of the shirt, allowing his forefinger to slip in under. Warm skin met his, and Dillon froze, then shivered. Good or bad shiver? Lee wanted to look at him but kept his gaze on the TV.

He ran his finger along the waistband, gentle, barely-there caresses. Dillon let out a deep breath, and Lee hid a smile.

* * * *

Dillon watched the movie. It was some silly rom-com about young adults messing up their lives with stupid decisions. It was pretty entertaining, but Lee’s light caresses on his back distracted him.

They never strayed, never turned grabby, and he didn’t move his hand. His fingers slid over Dillon’s naked skin almost as if he wasn’t aware he was doing it, and it made him squirm.

At first, he kept still. Then he relaxed a little more against Lee. A few minutes later, he realized, to his horror, that he shifted ever so slightly to get the fingers to where he wanted them.

He froze, but Lee continued to move his fingers as if nothing had happened despite there being no way he could’ve missed how tense Dillon got.

Gradually, he relaxed again.

“They’re pretty stupid.”

He jerked at Lee’s comment. “Yeah.”

Lee flattened his hand against his back and moved a fraction, so his thigh was pressed against Dillon’s groin. Tipping his head, Dillon glanced at him. Lee’s gaze was glued to the TV, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.

“Ass.”

“This is fun. We should do it more often.”

Dillon snorted, but as the finger caresses started up again, he melted against Lee. Screw it. It was pretty nice to be held.

Lee moved his leg again, pressing his thigh against Dillon.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking if you’re hard.”

“Dude—”

Lee barked a laugh. “Dude? Dude is the word you’re going with?”

Dillon huffed. “I haven’t been hard in months.”

Lee stilled underneath him. “What?”

Dillon shrugged. “I have no idea when I last had a hard-on no one forced on me. Since they got me out, I haven’t…I…eh…”

Lee turned so they were facing each other. “Fuck, babe. I’m sorry.” His arms wrapped around Dillon, and he rocked them.

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