Page 30 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Jun swallowed. He wanted to take Émeric up on his invitation. As intimidating as Émeric was, he was also safe. It would be nice not to try to sleep in the big bed without anyone else in it with him.
“What if I’m a restless sleeper?”
“I have ways.” Émeric’s hint of a smile almost seemed to welcome a need to use them.
Jun clenched his jaw, then let it go. “Okay.”
One kind of tension flowed out of his body, replaced by a new kind.
Émeric gestured at the towel with two fingers. “You don’t need that. Are you ready?”
Jun nodded. He tossed the towel over the end of the bed, eyes down. Émeric was wearing sleep pants and he was bare. He grabbed his phone and followed Émeric into the large bedroom. Collin was already in the big bed, as naked as Jun, lying on his belly, arms crossed under his pillow. He looked over his shoulder as Émeric entered and blinked tiredly at Jun.
Émeric crawled in first, settling in the center and patted the mattress on his right. “In, little crime. I need both of my boys settled.”
Nerves skittered over his skin, but he put one knee on the bed and crawled in, laying down stiffly. The dark Frenchman fussed with the sheets and blankets, covering all three of them. Jun closed his eyes. He was going to have to stay very still, or he was accidentally going to wrap his body indecently around someone.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
A large thick arm slid under his neck and he was rolled into Émeric’s side. Jun squawked. His head landed on Émeric’s shoulder and his thigh was pushed up and over Émeric’s thigh, touching another leg. Jun blinked. On Émeric’s other shoulder was Collin, also curled up on his side into his dom.
Collin smiled at him and yawned. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Jun lay stiff, not sure what to do.
Émeric palmed Jun’s ass, squeezing it. “Relax, wolfling. I have you.”
“You don’t have to.”
Collin reached out, taking Jun’s hand. “You’re ours.”
Jun’s cheeks flushed. He squeezed Collin’s hand back. The beat of Émeric’s heart made a steady rhythm under his ear. Maybe sleep was possible after all.
Jun roused some time later—closer to morning than when he went to sleep—to a freshly showered, naked body climbing in beside him. Richard. He recognized the man’s scent and the size of his hands.
“All but one of our boys, I see,” Richard murmured over Jun’s head.
“All but one,” Émeric murmured. “Welcome home.”
“I like this kind of welcome.”
Richard leaned over Jun to kiss his husband.
“What time is it?” Émeric said as Richard drew back.
“Four-thirty. I’m going to catch a few more hours.”
“Same.”
Richard laid down. Jun turned and wrapped an arm around his chest, curling into him like he had with Émeric earlier. A soft chuckle came from above and lips pressed against his hair. A hand stroked his side. Jun settled back into dreams.
Damian
Damian smothered a yawn and opened the door to the SUV, mentally reminding himself that he was back in Chicago. His security shadow of the day had just swapped out, and if he was being honest, swapping himself out as well would have been welcome. It was mid-day Friday here, but his body felt like it was midnight and almost Saturday. He hadn’t even made it back to his office or the Residency yet, but there was a community meeting planned at the Church complex in preparation for the changes coming soon and even though he wasn’t running it—Ann and May were, with input from Émeric—he had promised to try to put in an appearance. As it was, he was only going to catch the end of it.
He ducked into the lightly heated tent set up in front of the Church doors, grateful that the city was having a warmer day. Inside were chairs and poster boards with concepts for how the buildings and grounds were going to be developed, as well as information on the train line coming in. There were a few city officials present, and some community advocates Damian recognized. So they had been able to get interest. That was a relief. The more people involved, the less this was a bunch of outsiders coming in and taking over. One of the biggest challenges had been talking to any of the middle-aged residents, most of whom were tired from long commutes and had little extra time for talking or attending meetings. Which is why Damian had asked for community outreach to happen on Saturday. The compromise was a series of meetings at various times, instead of just one.
Émeric detangled himself from a cluster of retirees talking to him at the front and offered Damian a short, sideways embrace. “You made it.”
