Page 9 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
“It probably wasn’t poisoned.”
“Probably.” Damian turned on the couch so they were side by side and not back to back. “I was just thinking of you, of what it meant, of whether or not what he said was true, or if it was someone playing chess with you.”
“And now?” Jun cocked his head.
“I don’t know. He reminded me of Collin, but older, harder.”
“They’re both Russian? Is that how you say it? There’s probably a better way. Not everyone in Russia looks like them.”
Damian shrugged.
Jun also shrugged. Russian ethnicity designations were not something his English was prepared for.
“If I was traveling and we saw each other at a bar, I’d have talked to him,” Damian said, thoughtfully. “But we weren’t like that. He knew I was watching him, and he was watching me. We were both taking a risk.”
Damian’s phone chimed; he checked it, texted back, then put it down. “Before Ellisandre’s call, I thought we would have more time. Richard says Collin is awake. There’s something we haven’t talked about.”
Jun put his papers aside and turned to give Damian his full attention.
“Now that I’ve tagged you,” Damian touched the blue earring hanging just behind Jun’s jaw, “do you still feel the same when you imagine me topping Collin?”
Did he? Jun let his eyes unfocus, reaching down inside himself. Though Damian had very much been in charge, Richard and Émeric had taken him that morning. He felt subdued thinking about it, a little shy, like he wanted to crawl back into Damian’s lap, but not upset. He was theirs, not just Damian’s, and he’d knew it on the inside where it mattered.
“Collin is ours,” he said slowly. “I know what you and I have. I know you’re my Alpha and he’s our kink brother. I always liked knowing when I was falling asleep—alone—that you weren’t, that you had this, here. If I have feelings about it, unhappy ones, we’ll talk about it. I won’t hide it.”
Jun paused, then went on. “You haven’t said what you feel about me topping him.”
Damian took Jun’s hands, rubbing his fingers like he was using them to soothe himself. “I think it’s going to be beautiful. You’re careful with him, and Collin adores you. It’s good for him to have someone closer to him in his role, but not the same. Matthew is his only other submissive friend, now that I’m no longer submissive.”
Jun took a breath. He knew Collin. They’d been working together on projects for weeks. He’d come to appreciate the other man’s mind and heart, his care, his passion, his absolute clear-headedness for organization and getting things done, the way he knew city planning and buildings inside and out. And he’d also come to know, more slowly, who he was when he laid it all down. The way he completely gave himself to Richard and Émeric, dropping all that responsibility and care and kneeling at their feet. It was seductive. And heady.
“He’s strong.” Jun murmured. He played with Damian’s fingers.
“Collin? Yes.” Damian smiled. “When he and Émeric and Richard were all in the hospital last fall, he wouldn’t rest until he’d seen all of us. Didn’t matter what they were doing, what drugs he was on. They had to give in and put him in a room with Richard.”
“Can I play with him?” Jun looked up at Damian from under his eyelashes. “Not just top him, but…play? I don’t want to just fuck him. I want…to share something with him.”
“Yes. Collin plays under Richard and Émeric’s limits, but I only have one limit for you.”
“What?”
Damian smirked. “He doesn’t fuck you.”
Jun’s eyes widened. “Does Collin fuck anyone?”
Damian shrugged. “I don’t know. If he does, it’s rare. That’s my rule, as your Alpha. You can seduce Émeric, tease Richard all you like, whether I’m here or not, but when you and Collin play, dick only goes one way.”
Jun blushed. Why, he had no idea. Then he laughed. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Damian grinned. “So what do you want to do to Collin?”
“That would be telling.” Jun raised his eyebrows, smirking. “I need to go ask Émeric something.”
“If you want to see me with Collin, come back soon. Richard is going to bring him in.”
“All right.” Jun ran out the door.
Émeric was in his office, a tiny room, much smaller than Richard’s. But it suited him and he was rarely there. The door was open and Jun almost ran past to check the living room and kitchen first. He caught himself on the edge of the frame, not expecting Émeric to be there.
