Page 40 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Then it’s not really the same, is it?” Collin pulled his pants off and sat down.
Jun hesitated. Damian couldn’t breathe. If he did, he might break the moment.
“How far were you going to go?” Collin asked.
“Just the pants.”
“Then just do your pants.”
Jun pulled his pants off, leaving him in a tight pair of black boxer briefs.
Collin smiled. “There.” He rubbed his face as if a little embarrassed but happy. “Anything else you were going to do tonight?”
Jun nodded toward Damian. “I was going to go over there and drive DaSu crazy until he dragged me off to that bed.”
Heat washed through Damian.
“Do you get stuck in it, too?” Collin mock whispered.
Jun rolled his eyes. “I had to bite him, just to escape to use the bathroom.”
Rude.
Even Richard snorted.
“My bed is fine,” Damian protested. And even finer with Jun stuck in it.
Jun leaned back on his hands so he could fully look at DaSu around the end of the coffee table. “Your bed is a trap. Richard had to help me out of it the one time you couldn’t.”
Comical outrage was such a good look on Jun. Sitting there, his abs on display, his bubble butt propped up on his heels, and the muscular cording in his arms showing as he held himself up, he was temptation personified.
And there was no reason Damian had to resist. His wolfling had played his hand, and now he would play his.
Damian pushed out of his chair. “I don’t think Richard is going to rescue you tonight.”
“I thought you were tired.” Jun flipped over, scurrying away from Damian. He crawled behind the couch where Richard and Émeric were sitting.
“Not that tired.”
“Nope. You’re very, very tired.” Jun got to his feet, keeping the couch between them.
“I was. Then you started stripping.”
“I thought you wanted me to make friends.”
“Of course, I do. But now you’re practically naked.”
“He does have a point,” Émeric agreed.
Damian sent Émeric a smirk, which the dark Frenchman returned.
Richard scooped Collin off the floor and into his lap.
Damian started stalking around the couch.
Jun’s eyes darted around the room. He made a dash for the space by the window, aiming to escape back the way Damian had come. Damian changed directions. Jun was essentially boxed in in the living room, but Damian was on the end of the room with doorways and hallways.
“Do you need help?” Émeric asked.
