Page 102 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“I love it.” Damian pressed their noses together. “And goddess knows, I want to chase you right now and drag you off, but I’m so hungry my head hurts.”
Jun slid his hands over Damian’s hips, tugging his closer. “I want to be chased right now, but I haven’t eaten since this morning.”
“Dinner.” Émeric clapped his hands.
They ate on the couches in the sitting area of the former lounge, now dubbed the Den. Jun and Collin took turns pointing out who had painted which butterflies on the walls and how they’d fixed different challenges. Jun slid to the floor in front of his Alpha and leaned on his leg. He only realized he had fallen asleep when Richard lifted him.
“Wha—?”
“Sleep,” Richard rumbled. Damian was climbing in bed beside him the next instant. And somehow, his pants and shirt were coming off. Good. He wanted to sleep for a thousand years. He rolled into Damian. “Had plans. All these plans. You were going to hunt me. We were going to fuck.”
Damian wrapped an arm and a leg around Jun, kissing his forehead. “Tomorrow, wolfling.”
Why did good things have to take so much energy to get done that there was nothing left for celebrating?
Damian
Breakfast was leftover pastries and fruit with sides of local sausages heated in the oven. Collin sat on a cushion at Émeric’s feet, an arm wrapped around his Sir’s leg, yawning over a deep mug of coffee. Richard ferried food from the counter to the table and gave Émeric a second cup of tea. Jun’s hair was tousled as if he'd only run his hands through it after leaving the shower. None of them were dressed in day clothes. Even Richard had opted for loose linen pants and a bulky housecoat. Jun wore sweats and was adorably drowning in one of Damian’s oversized sweaters. His bruises were entirely gone now. All that was left were light-pink scars here and there, marks of what his man had survived.
They matched like that.
Jun chuckled at something Collin was saying. He raised his eyes and met Damian’s over his cup of coffee. Lovely eyes, sparkling, full of vitality even though he looked like he was still half asleep.
This was his life now.
Yes, there were shadows. Yes, there were threats. But this was his life. And he would fight to keep it.
Richard took a seat beside Damian, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder. Damian shoulder bumped him back.
Collin yawned loudly as the meal wound down. “This doesn’t feel real. We have a day off.”
Émeric chuckled. “You had Tuesday off, half of it.”
Collin narrowed his eyes, glaring up at his Sir. “Excuse me, Sir, but I spent half of Tuesday tied to Master’s desk.”
“Precisely. You were doing nothing.”
Collin huffed through his nose. “I’m too comfortable to want to argue.”
Émeric ruffled the hair on the top of Collin’s head, as if he were a pet. “Pauvre petit chou.”
Richard laughed.
Damian stood and stretched. They all naturally moved toward the Den. Collin pulled the couches out into beds and collected pillows. The five of them ended up on the two mattresses with the TV facing them.
“My clever man,” Richard said, kissing Émeric. “Two pullout beds put together was perfect.”
Émeric shook his head. “If we keep adopting, this may not even be large enough.”
Collin rolled over on his stomach and looked up at Jun. “What do you want to watch?”
“Something British and funny.”
“I know exactly what we should see.” Richard picked up the remote.
The morning and afternoon passed in a lazy haze. The cave was on Damian’s mind often, but he couldn’t bring himself to stir up the will to chase. He needed this time—this space. Jun, Collin, even Richard and Émeric needed this.
Toward the end of the afternoon, Richard announced that he had to visit the gym. Collin groaned but followed him.
