What had he said earlier? Something about it being too long? Maybe he’d said he wasn’t a bottom because he didn’t like the idea of a new guy trying to get in him. He’d acted like Jaime had intended to flip him over and do what he wanted earlier. That still stung a little because no didn't mean yes.
Aleric had certainly acted like a bottom who wanted to be railed hard and fast, and Jaime was pretty sure it wasn’t all fromheat fever. He didn’t see how that would suddenly cause a man to want his hair pulled.
Jaime carefully draped an arm over him to cuddle him close. Getting up and making a hasty exit would be quite rude. Perhaps Aleric would be a little nicer since Jaime hadn’t left him to suffer for Elira knew how long. He didn’t expect them to be best pals all of a sudden, or to even be regular fuck buddies, but a lighter attitude would be an improvement.
A little snuggle would be nice too since drifting around could be lonely at times. He kept his eyes open so he wouldn't fall asleep.
He’d sweated, and he wanted to wash his cock since cum and slick was drying all over it, so after a good twenty minutes, he eased himself up. Aleric only turned over to be partly on his stomach, and he drew up a leg without waking. Out of curiosity, Jaime pinched the edge of his wrinkled linen shirt to lift it and see what tattoos he’d been born with.
Pink and silver vines with tiny, delicate leaves slowly shifted around on his skin, and one was inching more toward his side. Maybe it would drift onto his chest. Jaime had been born with green leaf tattoos that moved around his back.
Aleric’s were prettier in his opinion, and Jaime gently rubbed his lower back although the tattoos weren’t feelable. If they ever did anything in the future, preferably not a frantic fuck to cure heat fever, and Aleric let him, Jaime would love to kiss him all over and rub his back while watching the vines and leaf tattoos move around.
Rough play was fun. He also liked to feel the other man ease and settle under his massaging hands.
With a fresh, wet cloth from the privy, he gently wiped up Aleric a little bit so he wouldn't have so much cum and slick smeared on his thighs once he finally got up. He still didn’tmove. Afterward, Jaime took his time while cleaning himself in the privy.
It was only when he was about to return to the bedroom that he suddenly had a horrifying thought. Why hadn’t it occurred to him before he’d stuck his dick in Aleric? Shit. What if he got pregnant? It could happen during heat fever, right? The whole point of a typical heat was for procreation, although pregnancy wasn’t guaranteed.
“Oh my, Elira,” he mumbled under his breath.
The last thing he needed was for Aleric to have his kid. He’d hoped to have a kid or several with an abundant male. Except he’d be married to the guy, and it wouldn’t be an accident.
When he hurried out, Aleric must have woken up seconds ago since he appeared rather off. And cute too since he was half-asleep with bits of hair sticking up. He stared at Jaime who was still naked like he didn’t recognize him.
“Uh, does it hurt?” asked Jaime. “Are you okay now?”
“Dear Elira.” Aleric snatched at the blanket to drag over himself even though Jaime had seen it all and been inside of him.
“Is the heat fever gone?” repeated Jaime. “I need to know if you’re okay.”
“It’s gone. Now-”
“Do you need me to go out and get herbs? I didn’t think before.”
“No.”
“I can go and get them so no one has to know it’s for you. I’m not exactly in a good position to be a Father right this second.”
Aleric scooted up the bed with the blanket covering a good deal of him, and he opened his bedside drawer to pull out a small jar filled with…parchment paper bits?
He fumbled with the lid and pulled out two to unwrap. “Why are you still here?”
“Excuse me?”
Aleric dropped the parchment wrappings and ate the two little tabs he’d taken from them. They had to be a newer type of herbs to prevent babies. They tasted nasty, not that Jaime would know from experience, and were supposed to work better than teas or anything else to prevent a man from conceiving.
“You have no reason to be here. You got what you wanted, so get out.”
Jaime almost gaped at him. “I didn’t fuck you because I wanted a piece of your ass. I did it because you had heat fever. You were inpain.Was I supposed to walk out and leave you like that? You begged me and-”
“It’s gone now, and I don’t need you, so piss off. ”
“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to treat me like a dirty tavern mistake the morning after?”
Aleric replaced the jar in the drawer as he chewed. “Yes, I’m dead serious. Get. Out.”
Jaime had never felt so tiny or had anyone look at him like he was completely dirty and disgusting. He might as well have been an unwashed street whore. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn’t even that in Aleric’s eyes. He was like an object to be tossed aside once it wasn’t needed.