Page 15 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“You can kiss me. Good boy for asking.”
“Ugh…you can’t say things like that.” Jun slammed his mouth against Damian’s. For a good three minutes, Damian couldn’t have asked Jun what he meant if he had tried. He was entirely too distracted by Jun’s lips on his and then his tongue and then Jun’s tongue in his mouth and then his tongue in Jun’s mouth, and then they were rolling on the bed. Jun landed beneath Damian. Damian grabbed Jun’s hand that wasn’t gripping Damian’s head and caught his breath.
“What do you mean I can’t say things like that?”
“Good boy. I’m not a good boy. I had sex. That means I’m bad. Very bad.” Jun’s eyes crinkled up in humor.
Damian laughed. He kissed Jun again. “You can be a good boy if you want to be.”
Pure longing shot through Jun’s eyes, but he shook his head, pushing whatever he really wanted away and letting mischief back in. “Can we have more sex? Or is kissing sex? Maybe my English isn’t very good.”
“Kissing can be a part of sex. Also, don’t try that on me. Your English is pretty much damn native.”
Jun smirked. “I practice. That’s the only way Gigi and I talk.”
Damian chuckled. “You can talk to me, too.”
Jun’s eyes softened. “But you’re not here, and I don’t have a work excuse to talk to you.”
“You’re an adult, Jun. You can talk to whoever you want to.”
Jun’s eyes dimmed. “One would think. If Bak finds out I have someone in my life…” He shrugged. “I told you I don’t know what I can promise you.”
“Do you want to see me again?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to talk to me when I’m not here?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll find a way.”
“You’re not going to yell at me and tell me I’m weird because there’s someone controlling my communications?”
“Oh, I’m absolutely going to find out why. And then we’ll talk about it—if you’ll let me. But I’m not going to tell you that you’re wrong before I even understand what’s happening.”
Jun smiled, a little less strained this time. “I’m not supposed to be gay. That’s the biggest part. If that came out, Bak would lose his shit. I’d…lose a lot. But there’s other people; they’d lose things too. And I don’t want them to.”
“Do you want to live like this?”
Real anguish shot through Jun’s eyes. He looked like an ancient child, a Merlin in tan skin and black hair.
“Don’t answer that,” Damian whispered. “Let’s talk about something else. We still have some time.”
“For sex?” Jun gave a shaky smile.
“Yes.” Damian grabbed Jun’s hips between his hands and pulled, laying Jun flat on the bed. “I haven’t introduced you to the joys of frotting.”
“What’s that?”
Damian grinned, snagging lube from the side of the bed. “It’s when I find out if you’re ticklish enough to come from squirming against me.”
Jun’s eyes lit up. “You’re making that up.”
“Frotting? No. But the way we’re going to do this, maybe.” He grinned, letting his teeth show.
Jun shrieked, grinning. He made to roll away. “No tickling!”
