Page 50 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun headed back to the living room.
Richard had joined Émeric in the living room, sitting in the chair Damian had been in just two nights ago when all the things had happened.
Jun’s cheeks tingled at the memory. He grinned at Richard.
Richard grinned back. “Been a while,” he said, nodding to Jun’s skirt.
Jun giggled, cheeks really burning now. He dropped his eyes.
Émeric muttered something desperate in French.
Richard patted his lap, eyes on Jun. Jun’s bag hit the ground. He slunk across the few feet of floor between them. Richard’s eyes stay fixed on Jun’s. The older man looked so damn amused.
Jun looked at Richard’s lap and raised an eyebrow. Was Richard really going for this?
Richard raised an eyebrow in return, daring Jun to take the final step.
Well, fuck. As if he would turn down a dare.
Jun turned around and sat down, ass first, on Richard's thighs, legs hanging off the side together, ankles crossed.
Richard’s arms came up this time, bracing his back. “Hello.”
“Annyeonghaseyo.” Jun fluttered his eyelashes, using Korean to say hello back.
Richard chuckled. He pulled out his phone. “Since my pup missed it last time, want to show him?”
Jun’s cheeks had to be on fire. Why not? He leaned into Richard, laid his cheek on Richard’s shoulder, and pouted at the camera.
Richard wrapped an arm around Jun’s waist and scooted him closer so he wouldn’t fall. He snapped a picture and angled it toward Jun.
It looked good. Sinfully good. Jun gave Richard a thumbs-up. Richard added it to a text string and captioned it:
As soon as it was sent, Jun groaned and hid his face behind his hands.
Richard laughed. “Do you want to get up?”
Jun pulled his knees up, curling up against Richard’s chest. “No. I have to know what he says.”
“I need a drink,” Émeric said.
Jun peeked through his fingers. The dark Frenchman was flushed. He headed toward the kitchen.
Jun sent Richard a questioning look. Was Émeric upset?
“Émeric is having a moment.”
Jun raised an eyebrow. That seemed like more than having a moment.
Richard chuckled. “That’s what I’m told bi-panic looks like.”
Jun squinted in Émeric’s general direction and stroked his skirt.
Bi-panic? Oh. Oh!
Jun groaned.
Richard laughed again. He patted Jun’s thigh. “I know Cedric will call if he needs you. Do you have a moment to talk?”
