WHERE TO NOW? (M/M) 18+

Chapter 28

The Gift.

I was awake, but just barely, feeling the exhaustion still riddling my bones.

Kieran's warmth still wrapped around me, engulfing my body with a calmed, almost dazed-like state just like he had last night.

My head was lifelessly dangling off his shoulder, my chin digging into my collar bone.

It was then that I felt the contact.

My eyes fluttered open, looking down to find Kieran's hand resting high on the inside of my thigh, his arm snaked across the curve of my hip joint, completely limp with unconsciousness.

My chest unwillingly fluttered. The warmth of his hand and the quiet, deep breathing I could hear leaving him, it was nice… but my still frustrated mind couldn't help the thoughts flooding into my head. The thoughts of how close he was, and how easy it would be for him if he woke up right now.

A smile teased my lips knowing that even if he did wake, he wouldn't do it unless I wanted, unless I was comfortable.

Movement flurried in my vision and my eyes drifted up to see Damien sitting on the edge of the van, his back to us.

I watched as his head dropped with a sigh, his dark blue shirt stretching against his back muscle as he leant forward slightly.

I got the inkling that he'd been there for some time. Frustration radiated from him, and I found myself wishing I could morph into Kieran’s skin in the hopes that he wouldn't see me.

But then my shoe scraped against the bare metal bottom of the van.

Fuck me.

His head shifted, only slightly, turning to the side to look at me.

He turned back around, lacing his hands together as his head dropped again. “Morning”

The deep rumble that left his throat sent a shiver through me.

Had he slept?

“Morning”

His head lifted, looking out across the morning twilight. The early signs of dawn settling over the horizon. “How'd you sleep?” He asked.

I stiffened.

There was an undertone in his voice that I couldn't decipher. The words were soft, velvety, sweet even… but there was something else behind the way he said it. A calloused ache of sorts. A hesitancy. A hidden betrayal he would never verbalise, or show.

For some reason, I became defensive at that.

“I slept great” I said as brightly and chipper as I could, hoping it dug at him.

It was a cheap shot, I knew that. But why did he have to be like this? If he had a problem with something, he should just fucking say it.

He dipped his head, his enlaced fingers moving to rub at the skin slightly. “That's good”

I suppose my attempt didn't work. He sounded just as sweet as before. Stoney bastard.

“There's something here for you when you're ready” he said, standing and disappearing behind the van door.

Okay, now I was starting to feel like an ass…

I waited for a minute, making sure he was gone before I gently lifted Kieran's arm.

He shifted, groaning quietly as his head flopped to the other side.

A soft smile formed on my lips, before lowering his arm back down onto his lap.