Page 52 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Émeric smiled and nodded, blinking suspiciously fast. “You can ask about him. It’s good to remember him.”
“Was he scared of you all the time?”
“No.” Émeric’s smile grew. “He knew I would push his limits during a scene, but he trusted I would put him back together, that I would help him through anything that scared him. He was never alone with whatever fear I inspired.”
Never alone with fear.
Jun let the feeling roll around inside. He wanted that. He had that, sometimes, when he was on stage, facing the crowd, and Yohei and the others were out there with him.
Afraid and not alone.
He could do that.
“Is this going to be a common occurrence?” Émeric nodded toward Jun’s legs, eyes on the hem of his skirt.
Jun pulled down the fabric. “It’s a disguise.”
“It suits you.”
Jun bit his lip. “Thanks? I’m not a girl.”
“Clothes are clothes.” Émeric shrugged elegantly. “Wear whatever you like.”
“It makes a good disguise.”
“But do you enjoy it?”
Jun’s cheeks burned. He was a former soldier and a famous K-pop idol, a male one. But goddamn it, there was something about stockings and skirts. “A bit.”
“I’ll try to keep my reactions under control in the future, then. I apologize for today.”
“Uh, why?”
It was Émeric’s turn to be embarrassed. “My initial reaction could have been calmer.”
Richard’s thumb stroked Jun’s knee.
“I mean, I did sit on your husband’s lap. Should I not?” Jun half moved as if to get up. Damn it, he’d spent all his thoughts on what Damian would think. He hadn’t thought about Émeric. Richard was married!
Richard’s arms tightened, keeping Jun where he was.
Émeric’s eyes moved to Richard, gaze soft and warm. “Whatever Richard invites you to do, that’s his choice. I trust him. If he invites you, then I approve.”
Richard’s phone buzzed. He checked the screen and then turned it so Jun could see.
Damian had responded:
As Jun read, a second message came through.
And then a third message:
Damian
Damian pushed his phone in his pocket before Richard could tease him with any more pictures. He had things he needed to be doing, and all of them included not showing up with a hard-on. There might have been fragmented fantasies in his head before of Jun with various members of The Residency, but now he had a goddamn photo. Jun in lipstick was illegal. Though he’d already known that. Jun had been in full-face makeup at many points in his career. And Damian had the saved photos on his computer to prove it.
His security for the day, Mark, a lithe former Marine who was shorter than he was, entered the elevator first and beckoned him in.
“Who are we meeting, sir?” Mark asked.
