Page 53 of The Death God
He was in front of Thanatos in the blink of an eye, his arms encircling his middle, and lips brushing against Thanatos’. It was nothing like the kiss they’d had before, it was much gentler. “I will let you leave, you know that, but I don’t want to.” He kissed him again, more demanding this time. “I want you in my bed.” Another kiss with the tiniest swipe of tongue. “In my arms.” Lips hovering over Thanatos’, so close he could feel the warmth of them but no touch. He leaned forward a teeny-tiny fraction and made contact. A sound rose at the back of his throat, and he slid his hands up Gregory’s bare arms.
“Preferably without clothes, but it’s up to you.”
Thanatos jumped at the words, and Gregory made a sound at the back of his throat. Without clothes? He studied Gregory’s face, but he didn’t give much away.
“Cabinet below the sink.”
Thanatos blinked at him in confusion.
“Toothbrush.”
With a nod, Thanatos abandoned Gregory’s embrace and went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. His mind was blank as he got ready for bed, but there was a war in his chest. He didn’t know if anticipation or trepidation was winning, and it made his hands shake.
Several minutes later, he exited into the bedroom, more or less a nervous wreck. Gregory smiled at him and squeezed his arm as he passed him and went into the bathroom. He closed the door but didn’t lock it. Thanatos eyed the bed. Maybe it was best to get in before Gregory entered the room again. Then he wouldn’t watch him undress. If he was undressing. He kicked off his shoes. Those he wouldn’t wear at least. Then he unbuttoned his jeans. It was more comfortable to sleep without them.
In jerky motions, he pushed them down and stepped out of them. He folded them and put them on a chair in the corner, then he dove for the bed. Underwear and a T-shirt were good sleepwear.
Gregory emerged a moment later. He undressed down to his underwear without a lick of self-consciousness. Maybe you grew comfortable in your body after two hundred years. And he was gorgeous, knew he was gorgeous.
Flicking off the lights, he neared the bed. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” He moved closer to the wall to make room for Gregory, who slipped in underneath the covers without a word.
Right as Thanatos believed he was done moving, he turned and pulled Thanatos to him. A sound of surprise left him, and Gregory laughed low in the dark. “Did you think I’d allow you to lie all the way over there?”
“Maybe.”
“Nah, you didn’t.”
Hadn’t he? He wasn’t sure what the rules were when you spent the night in someone’s bed.
“Or did you?” He could sense Gregory’s eyes trailing his face. A hand started moving up and down his back.
“I’ve never slept with someone. I don’t know what the rules are. It wasn’t something we went through in the code of conduct class.”
Gregory huffed. “There are no rules.”
“There are always rules. You might not think about them because you’ve lived around people your whole life, but we had to be taught how to act, and since they never believed we’d share a bed with someone, we weren’t taught the rules.”
“All right, there are rules.” His hand slipped in underneath Thanatos’ shirt; it was warm against his bare skin. “As soon as you’re uncomfortable you tell me.”
Thanatos huffed but arched as Gregory’s fingers trailed his spine. “What about you?”
“Oh, there is very little you could do that would make me uncomfortable.” Thanatos couldn’t see his grin, but he could sense it.
“Shouldn’t you rest? What if Amell comes soon?”
Gregory didn’t answer, instead, his lips captured Thanatos’. It was a different kind of kiss, there was more of an edge to it, more desperation, and Thanatos moaned. Heat coursed his body only to pool in his groin. He moved a little to increase the distance between the lower part of his body and Gregory. It was met by a growl, then Gregory splayed his hand over Thanatos’ ass. “Where do you think you’re going?” He nipped at his lip and urged Thanatos closer.
“Eh…”
Gregory pressed against him, and Thanatos could feel his arousal. He kept stock still, didn’t so much as breathe.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Gregory’s hand kept moving over his back.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Thanatos hadn’t meant to whisper.
“Only in the best kind of way, but that’s not what matters right now. Answer the question.”
