A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 11

Artyom    

"I'm still not used to Hans's sense of humor." James admitted after he left the office. 

"I've known him for fifty years, and even I haven't  gotten used it yet." Artyom agreed. "Do you need something?" He shut down his laptop.

"It was my cigarette break, I thought I come up and see if my boss needed anything." James walked towards Artyom's desk, and leaned against it, giving him a flirtatious smile.

Artyom stood up from his chair, and leaned towards James, hands planted on either side of him. "I've missed you." Artyom kissed his neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

"Artyom we see each other pretty much every day, and night..." James said against his hair.

"I know but I still missed you." Artyom licked his adam's apple.

James shivered. "I missed you too." He ran his fingers through Artyom's hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" Artyom drew back and looked at him with concern.

"Do you have feelings for Hans?" James was trying to sound nonchalant, but Artyom could taste his jealousy in the air.

Artyom smiled reassuringly. "No."

"You two seem really close, and when he mentioned the part about sharing me..."

"Is that what you want?" Artyom asked in a low voice.

Sharing him with anyone else, even Hans, was the last thing he wanted to do, but if that's what James wanted, he would oblige. Artyom would do anything to make him happy.

"No, no. Not at all. I don't like sharing. I just wanted to make sure that wasn't the case here."

His soothing words washed over Artyom's worried heart. "It's not. At least not anymore. Hans and I used to sleep together from time to time, and occasionally bring someone else into our bed, but it was nothing serious. All of that was before I met you. Hans, and I, we've always been more friends than lovers."

"So you're not with anyone else but me?"

"No. It's only you James." Artyom kissed his jawline.

"Good." James was relieved. He kissed Artyom, fingers tightening in his hair, leg running up, and down his pant leg. 

Artyom could feel James's possessiveness in the way he ravished his mouth, tongue dominating Artyom's.

Normaly Artyom didn't enjoy that but it was different with James. He could do whatever he wanted with Artyom. As long as he was happy, Artyom was happy. Hans was right. He really was whipped.

James's hand fumbled with the zipper of Artyom's slacks, fingers dipping into his underwear, touching his heated skin.

Artyom moaned low in his throat, loving the feeling, but put his hand on James's and managed to break apart from the burning kiss. "Before we continue any further I need to ask you something." Artyom looked into his hooded green eyes.

"If it's a marriage proposal I have to decline." James said with a crooked smile, stroaking Artyom's hardened shaft.

"Have you ever been to Hungary?"