Page 46 of A Subtle Scar
Hermes cleared his throat. “Ronny isn’t too bad when it comes to defending what matters either. I trust him to have my back and keep you safe.”
What in the fuck? Were they trying to get into each other’s pants still? Or again?
Charon dropped my bag on the bench next to the desk. “Hermes, make up the bed for Chandler.” He came over while Hermes walked to the bed. I was sort of distracted watching Charon move, so he managed to reach for my hand before I could pull away. “Your hands are still so cold, darling. Want to take a warm shower with me?”
I decided then that I didn’t have the energy to deal with this shit.
“No. I just want to sleep.” I slid my jacket off and commenced taking off my clothes.
Hermes watched slack-jawed, one corner of the comforter in his hand. Charon sucked on his bottom lip. I had their full attention, and I did not care.
“Uhm,” Hermes said. Then he dropped the comforter, took a step back from the bed, and pulled his own tee off.
“Excuse you,” I said.
He lifted his golden brows and looked properly befuddled. Then I let my eyes wander. Accidentally. Hermes was firm all over, a delight of topaz toned skin. The boner straining against his jeans was impossible to miss.
“You like?” he asked, a knowing smile on his face.
Rustling fabric on my left made me look over to Charon who, too, had unbuttoned his shirt and was now sliding it off his shoulders. He didn’t have the pronounced hills and valleys of muscle Hermes did, was on the leaner side, but what really caught my attention was the lace peeking through above his waistband. It was black and delicately shaped, and the paleness of Charon’s skin made it stand out all the more.
While I had my eyes on Charon’s middle, his shirt hit the floor, which reminded me that I really, really didn’t have the energy to deal with this shit.
“Listen,” I said. “I’m not hooking up with you two. The only action I’m interested in tonight is the porn channel, maybe.”
“I was just going to warm the bed for you, baby,” Hermes said, and when I looked over—well, okay. Speed was sort of in the job description for him, and he’d used that to get under the covers.
“And I was just going to cuddle and warm you up,” Charon said, slowly and totally unselfconsciously toeing his heels off and unzipping his pants. “But if it’s porn that you’re after…” He looked at Hermes.
“Huh. For once you and I are thinking the same thing, Ronny.”
I didn’t want to know what those two imbecile immortals were thinking, but I was just too drained to muster the energy to…really any energy.
“Please, I just want to get some rest,” I said as I watched Charon take his pants off. Yup, that was an immortal in lace, a nice black set, delicately wrapping a not all that delicate package. I’d seen guys who got all pink in the cheeks about this kind of thing, but not Charon. He walked over to the bed, making googly eyes at Hermes as if form-fitting lace that brought out the best in your butt were normal for a guy.
“Darling,” Charon said and turned to me. “Just get under the covers. We’ll give you a show to let your mind wander.”
“I also made sure the bed is warm for you, baby,” Hermes added in a rumbling purr.
It was Charon who was holding my attention though. He…he was doing magic, I was pretty sure. I forced my eyes away from his, to his hair, flowing and shifting, sort of, running down his back and wavering like a mirage above dunes.
I wavered as well, and the worst was that it was so easy to just give in, just shrug my own shirt off, strip down to my boxers, and slide in under the covers where Hermes’s body heat lingered. To relax into the pull of Charon’s magic.
Hermes lingered too. He looked pleased with himself, or rather, pleased with me. I smelled cloves and cedarwood.
That was nice for some reason, the scent and Hermes’s approval. It went to my balls like other types of play, but the context wasn’t the same. Hermes leaning in and running his knuckles over my cheek made me feel things only a spanking ever did.
“You’re doing magic to me,” I heard myself say.
“Oh, that was Ronny, but just to get you out of that tense spot. You should be tense only in your cock, you know. And we’ll make sure of that.”
“Stop bothering Chandler,” Charon said. He had one leg on the bed, and my angle was just right to admire him. His erection was no longer fully contained in the lace, and I reacted, just a physical thing to seeing that flushed cockhead poke out, glistening with arousal.
Hermes sighed as he moved away from me and toward Charon. “You enjoy the show, baby. Ronny and I are better than porn.”
I really hadn’t wanted porn to begin with. I also really hadn’t wanted to get into bed while they were here, but now here I was, wrapped in linen that smelled faintly of cloves and cedarwood. I’d wanted to knock myself out with some meds I didn’t need so I could sleep and forget I had ever gotten upset about anything today. I’d wanted to take myself out of the equation, to stop feeling so godsdamn sorry for myself, just like I had done many a time before.
Instead, I watched Hermes slide out from under the sheets, his naked ass turned my way when he faced the other immortal.
