Page 38 of Wolf Lost

“When are you expecting this to start?” he asked as he worked.

Sawyer shrugged as he let himself fall back onto the bed. “Few hours, I guess. I’ll wake up all gross and sticky and freezing.”

“Freezing?”

“’Cause my temperature is high, everything feels cold.” Sawyer watched as Dez lifted his legs up onto one shoulder, and slipped his jeans off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. His tired smile turned sly. “Except you.”

“I don’t feel cold?” Dez asked, trying not to laugh. “You’d be the first person to ever say that. It’s the first complaint everyone makes. One of the guys in the unit used to call me the ice man.”

His hand spasmed as he was reaching for the waistband of Sawyer’s briefs and he stopped for a moment, clenching it and releasing it a few times. He wasn’t sure the motion did anything helpful, but at least it reasserted his feeling of control over the appendage. If he was clenching it into a fist, that was a choice.

Sawyer reached out and twined their fingers together when Dez released the fist. “Anyone who thinks you’re cold is out of their mind. You’re the opposite of cold.”

“So, hot?”

Sawyer rolled his eyes and lightly tugged on Dez’s hand. “Come down here. I’m lonely. Need company.”

It was manipulative and ridiculous, but Dez didn’t hesitate. He stripped out of his own outer layers and lay down next to Sawyer. “Want me to go get another blanket, if you’re going to be cold? I can grab the ones off your bed.”

“My old bed,” Sawyer corrected sleepily. “You don’t have to. You’re warm enough.” He snuggled up against Dez, wrapping both arms around him. Dez worried for a moment about the blankets, but when Sawyer let out a soft snore less than a minute later, he stopped worrying.

If he was going to spend the next day trying to satisfy an insatiable Sawyer, he figured maybe he ought to get some sleep too, so he relaxed against the pillow and let himself drift away.

* * *

Wakingup to a mouth on his cock was an entirely new sensation for Dez.

He had woken up to one-night stands sneaking out in the dull predawn light, to a bucket of cold water being dumped on his head, and on a few memorable occasions, to horrible burning pain when his injured leg cramped in the night.

This was a little different from those things.

He had to focus for a moment not to buck up into that perfect wet suction, gripping the sheets to his side with one hand. The bed was empty there, obviously, since Sawyer was between his legs, but also cold, as though Sawyer hadn’t been there for some time.

When he looked down to find that distinctive golden-brown head bobbing on his cock, Sawyer’s chocolate-brown eyes glanced up and locked with his in challenge. His hair hung in locks, and when Dez took in a lungful of his scent, it was overlaid with Dez’s own cheap store brand of soap.

If Sawyer was going to be using his shower, he needed to buy something nicer.

“Did you shower?” he asked, petting Sawyer’s head and finding it wet.

Sawyer pulled off and frowned at him, and when he spoke, his voice had a note of petulance in it. “If you’re thinking about showering, I’m not doing this right.”

Dez gave him a predatory grin. “Oh, I think you’re doing all right.” He slid his fingers into Sawyer’s slightly damp hair and nudged him back down toward his cock. “Thinking about you in my shower, naked and wet... I think that’s on topic.”

Sawyer swallowed his cock down again, moaning around it, and over the soap, the sugary scent of him spiked. The scent of Sawyer turned on and wanting. Dez didn’t think he was going to be able to walk into his room without getting hard until the smell faded. Heaven help him if he ever walked into a candy shop again.

The buzz of Sawyer humming around his cock made his whole body tense, and he realized that their first time of the night was going to be over before it started if he let Sawyer keep going like that.

“Come up here,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “I need to be inside you.”

That made Sawyer whimper as he pulled off Dez’s cock with a lewd pop. He licked his lips as he climbed Dez’s body. “Want it too,” he whispered, then rubbed his slick lips against Dez’s own. “Want everything.”

He considered the dozens of positions he might have taken a few months earlier, and dismissed most of them. There was a little guilt attached to the dismissal—what if he couldn’t give Sawyer everything he wanted?—but he shoved it away. Sawyer didn’t give a damn if Dez could sustain a sex position on his knees or not. Sawyer wanted him, not just his dick.

The kiss was long and sweet, without a hint of tongue. As soon as Sawyer pulled away, Dez wrapped him up in his arms and turned them on their sides, then manhandled Sawyer until he faced away.

“This all right?” he asked Sawyer before leaning in to nip his earlobe.

Sawyer pushed back against him, plastering their bodies together from neck to knees. Heat wasn’t a misnomer; he was so hot Dez would have been worried to touch him if he didn’t clearly want it so much. He turned to look over his shoulder at Dez, eyes pleading. “Need you, alpha. Need you now.”

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