Chapter Seven
THE guys left while Blaine was inside tossing his cookies, and by the time he’d taken a shower and brushed his teeth, Flynn was standing in his room with two steaming cups of fragrant tea.
“Thought this might go down nicely.”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank you.”
Flynn sat on his bed. “It’s peppermint. Should be easy on your stomach.” Flynn looked at home in his room.
“You rock.” Blaine sat next to Flynn, took the cup, and sipped. “I’m sorry about that.”
Flynn shook his head. “It’s okay. That was some freaky shit going on back there, and you were right in the middle of it.”
“Yeah. Truly. I mean, that was intense.” Way more intense than he’d experienced before.
“Have you ever felt anything like it?” Flynn asked, hand on Blaine’s thigh.
“No. I don’t remember much. Just nausea and being cold.”
“You were saying stuff. And talking to someone. And it was like the ghosts were in you. It sounds silly now, but it felt like you were possessed or something.” Flynn shrugged. “I told you it was silly. I don’t know. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure, why not? We can talk about all the things, right?” Blaine needed some downtime, something chill.
“Yeah. Yeah, so what do you do in your spare time?” Tell me about yourself.
“Bad movies. I mean bad movies. The worse they are, the happier I am.”
“Yeah?” Blaine drank more tea and let himself lean against Flynn. “I have a TV in here.”
“Oh yeah? Netflix has a lot of bad movies on it, and I have an account.” Flynn grinned. “We could lie in bed and watch… if it’s okay that I’m kind of co-opting your bed.”
“It’s more than okay. We can be lazy and spend the evening in bed like schlubs.” That sounded like more fun than he’d had in months.
“I like it.” Flynn smiled at him. “I like you.”
“Thank you.” Thank God tomorrow was a day off.
Flynn got up and grabbed all the pillows, then set them up at the head of the bed in a pile for them to lie against. “Ta-da!”
“Let me grab the remotes.” Blaine dug through the nightstand, then tossed them over.
“So there’s one for the TV and one for the cable box, and this last one is for the Blu-Ray, and that’s where you get your Netflix?” Flynn perused the buttons as he asked.
“Yep. One day I’ll get one of those master mega things, but for now, this works.” Hell, he was grateful for satellite in the barn. Dad had laughed his ass off when they’d installed it.
He needed the Wi-Fi, though, for the ghost hunting. The internet was their friend. And it wasn’t like he was out at clubs and parties every night. He didn’t really consider it a luxury.
“Okay, let’s see what bad movies we can find.” Flynn already had the remotes figured out and was busy running them.
“I love a man who knows his way around technology.”
Flynn grinned. “Then I’m your man.” There was something a little extra in Flynn’s eyes that said he wasn’t really joking.
Blaine let it drop, because it was time to be logical, time to ride the fact that they enjoyed each other’s company.
Flynn found them something called Babylon A.D. “This has the added bonus of being a Vin Diesel film. He could read me the phone book and I’d be drooling.”
“Oh yeah. He’s got the voice, huh?”
“Uh-huh. There’s something sexy about a man who can rock the bald too. It’s not for everyone, but he wears it well.” Flynn shifted, leaned against him.
“I don’t think I could do it. I like my hair.”
“God no. It would totally change your whole vibe. The long hair suits you.”
It felt good knowing that Flynn had looked, that he had an opinion on the matter.
“Thanks.” Blaine inhaled, filling his lungs, then exhaled, letting the breath relax him.
The movie was entertaining, and Vin Diesel was easy on the eyes. Better than that was the heavy, warm weight of Flynn lying against him.
The tension from earlier today began to ease, began to lift from his shoulders. It helped that Flynn didn’t start asking him questions. In fact, they hadn’t talked about it at all since they’d gotten home and Flynn had hustled him inside, telling the guys to go get some sleep; they could meet up Monday or Tuesday to look at what they had and discuss the day’s work.
He didn’t want to talk about it right now, or think about it. He dozed, blinking nice and slow. He wasn’t sure what happened during the last half of the movie, but all of a sudden the credits were rolling and Flynn was nuzzling into his neck, breath warm on his skin.
“Mmm.” He pulled the blankets up higher, covering them.
“You feeling up to a little fun?” Flynn asked. “Getting reacquainted?”
“Something slow and lazy and fuzzy?”
“Yeah, yeah. Exactly.” Flynn smiled and licked at his lower lip, all smiles, a happy sensuality shining in his eyes.
Blaine reached out, wrapped his fingers around Flynn’s hip, and petted him in lazy circles. Flynn hummed at his touch and pushed closer.
“Why didn’t we strip before lying down?” Flynn asked, fiddling with the bottom of Blaine’s T-shirt to get to skin.
“We were being classy?” Blaine tried.
Flynn giggled, the sound light and easy, surprising out of such a strong body. “Classy. I love it.”
“Uh-huh. Classy. You and me, classy ghost discoverers.”
“I like it. I’m not sure how we make out classily, though. It’s inherently messy and unclassy.” Flynn had found the skin of Blaine’s belly and stroked gently, fingertips dancing on his abs.
“I’m pretty sure that classy making out would be fun, but I think we should just make out like us.”
“Do we have a style already?” Flynn asked, eyes twinkling.
Blaine thought maybe they did. Slow and easy, sweet and happy.
“We will after this time, right? Two times is a pattern.”
“Works for me. I hope we’re good at it.”
“At making out?” From what he remembered from their session before, he thought they were pretty damn decent at it.
“Yeah. I want our style to be awesome.” Flynn grinned at him. “Like, outstanding.”
“Well, if it’s not, it means more practice.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah. Good point.” Flynn laughed and kissed him, the lovely sound filling Blaine’s mouth.
He found himself laughing back, pushing right into the kiss and going with it.
Flynn’s laughter slowly faded as their kiss deepened, soft little moans sounding in its place. Flynn was warm and sensual, body moving fluidly, and Blaine was so glad to be awake, to be alive and home and not in that hospital.
This was so much better it wasn’t even funny.
Flynn got Blaine’s shirt pushed up to his underarms, and his fingers wandered across Blaine’s chest until they found his right nipple. Then they stayed there, rubbing gently. He loved how Flynn touched him, like the man knew him, understood him.
Flynn shifted to lie next to him, then began opening his jeans, tugging at the button, then pulling down the zipper, fingers protecting his cock, which was filling, demanding attention.
“Oh.” Flynn gasped softly as he touched Blaine’s cock. “God, I want to suck you.”
“I…. Yeah? I’m all over that.” As in totally.
“Cool.” Flynn wriggled down beneath the covers and tugged Blaine’s jeans downward.
They got caught up on his legs, Flynn finally giving up on them.
“Let’s… come on. Let’s strip down. We have all night.”
“Yeah? Okay. Just a second.” Flynn’s nose slid along his cock, and he could hear him breathing in deeply. Then Flynn took a quick lick before popping up from under the covers. “Okay. Undressing. You’re very distracting, and things are, like, stuck. So….”
Flynn climbed out of bed and pulled off his T-shirt, then tugged off his jeans and his underwear, getting naked. Flynn was tall and had great muscles. Nothing gun-showy or anything like that, but enough definition to be pretty damn hot.
“I like that.” Blaine could explore for a long few minutes, no question.
“You like what?” Flynn asked, moving closer.
“The way you look. All lean and needy.”
“Oh.” Flynn’s cheeks colored a little, but he smiled and came closer. “Your turn.”
“Right.” Hell, he’d forgotten he wasn’t naked already.
Smiling, Flynn tugged off Blaine’s T-shirt, then yanked his jeans the rest of the way down, his underwear going with it. “Oh. Better. God, I like what I see. A whole lot.”
Blaine flexed and posed. He looked like a guy who worked a physical job, kept himself clean, and took care of himself. He wasn’t anything to sneeze at.
Flynn’s eyes lit up, and he climbed onto the bed and began to explore Blaine’s body, fingertips sliding down his chest and leaving trails of pure tingles.
Groaning, Flynn leaned in and licked at Blaine’s right nipple, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked.
Thank God for oral lovers. Blaine arched under Flynn and pressed up into that hungry mouth. Flynn didn’t abandon his touches, but the tingling strokes faded into the background as Flynn’s mouth drove him crazy.
He groaned, trying to touch back, but he couldn’t figure out how to make his hands work. Flynn seemed happy with soft petting on his head, each moan of approval making Blaine’s nipple vibrate between Flynn’s lips.
“God, that feels insane. So good.”
“I won’t stop, then.” Smiling, Flynn rubbed his lips back and forth across Blaine’s nipple.
“Don’t stop. Please.” Blaine moaned deep in his chest, the tension beginning to build in his balls.
“I won’t stop. You taste too good.”
Oh. Tasting. “Want to suck you. We could sixty-nine, get each other off.”
He felt Flynn’s smile on his skin, then heard it in Flynn’s voice. “I love the way you think.”
“Come on, then, before I get distracted.”
Flynn laughed, but he turned around, lying next to Blaine with his cock right there at Blaine’s mouth. Before he could get it between his lips, Flynn’s mouth closed over his cock. He twisted his neck, lips parted as he searched for the tip of Flynn’s erection. It brushed his lips, and then he caught hold of it, causing Flynn to cry out around Blaine’s cock.
Go him for not being a greedy jackass.
Flynn’s suction increased, his head bobbing slowly, taking more and more of Blaine in. He flicked Flynn, somehow knowing that he loved pressure around the tip, at the slit. Flynn groaned, hips pushing, sending his hard cock deeper into Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine wrapped his fingers around the base, controlling the thrust and giving Flynn everything, sensation all along his prick.
Flynn pulled off Blaine’s cock to moan and cry out, “Oh God!” Then Flynn took the head of Blaine’s cock back in, sucking hard.
Blaine’s toes curled, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to make Flynn fly. Every sweet cry translated to vibrations around his cock that settled in his balls. Then Flynn took a move right out of Blaine’s playbook, tongue-slapping the top of his cock.
Together they were going to drive each other out of their minds. No question. He’d never had a lover he wanted so much.
Flynn kept sucking and slapping, then cupped Blaine’s balls and rolled them gently.
Blaine lifted his head, swallowing hard, taking more of Flynn’s cock than he had before, throat clenching around the tip. Flynn’s suction increased, became stronger but also wilder, telling Blaine he was doing something right.
Flynn grabbed hold of his hip in one hand and played with his balls with the other, both hands clumsy now.
Tentatively, carefully, he tapped Flynn’s hole, teasing it, waiting for his response. Flynn pushed his cock deeper again, and his low cry was muffled by Blaine’s cock.
Hell yes. He repeated the rhythm—suck, tap, swallow; suck, tap, swallow. Soon the suction on his cock became softer, Flynn’s focus clearly shot. The whimpers that vibrated his prick got louder, though, and came more often.
That felt so fucking good. So fucking hot. And he pulled harder, sucked harder.
Flynn pulled off. “Blaine! Blaine! Oh God. Soon.”
He nodded and pulled Flynn in deep, swallowing hard as he eased one finger into Flynn’s hole. Seed splashed on his tongue and flowed into his mouth. Flynn tasted good—salty and bitter and clean. He approved.
Blaine gentled his suction as soon as Flynn’s thrusts slowed, easing his lips back.
“Oh God. That was amazing. Thank you. Oh! Sorry, sorry, I came off. Sorry.” Flynn’s lips came back onto his cock, sliding along his flesh.
“Uhn….” That was a good enough answer, right?
Flynn didn’t seem at all put out by his lack of anything else to say, finding a good rhythm right away, sucking him like a master.
Blaine whimpered and tossed his head. “Don’t stop.”
Flynn made a noise, and the suction increased; he didn’t stop. Thank God.
Blaine’s balls ached, his cock throbbing on Flynn’s tongue. Flynn rolled his balls again, a little more focused now, really manipulating them. Flynn was more focused with his tongue too, using it to play Blaine’s slit.
That was… perfect. Perfect, like they’d been loving each other for years, not minutes.
Flynn kept it up, and Blaine’s orgasm drew closer, his ability to think disappearing as the waves of pleasure pushed everything else aside.
“Gonna.” That was all the warning he got out before he was shooting, coming hard.
Flynn didn’t miss a beat, swallowing again and again. Blaine could feel Flynn’s throat closing around the tip of his cockhead.
That was all he could bear, all he could take, and his balls emptied themselves in a rush.
Flynn licked him clean, humming and sucking gently before coming off and slowly kissing his way up Blaine’s body. Flynn stopped at his navel, licked around it, then inside it. As he continued, he stopped to kiss each nipple, lips warm, the touches so gentle.
“Hey.” Blaine couldn’t stop smiling.
“Hey.” Flynn rested heavily against him and brought their lips together. The kiss was lazy, sloppy even, but it was easy and sexy, and Blaine could taste himself in Flynn’s mouth, knew Flynn could taste himself in Blaine’s. And that was pretty damn sexy.
His energy was returning, his balance back. They continued to kiss, touching base with their lips again and again. Then Flynn put his head on Blaine’s shoulder and snuggled up close. “I hope we can do that again.”
“Maybe after supper, huh? We can throw a couple frozen pizzas in the oven.”
“That sounds nice and easy. Which is perfect.” Flynn grinned. “Pizza and another bad movie to mock?”
“Hell to the yeah.” Oh, he felt hip now.
Flynn laughed, crawled out of bed, and stretched, giving him an amazing view. “I’ll go put the pizzas in?”
“Yeah, and I’ll pick another movie. There’s sausage, pepperoni, meat lovers, and cheese. I’ll take whatever.”
“Ooh, sausage.” Flynn waggled his eyebrows before grabbing his jeans and pulling them on commando.
“Careful with that zipper, now.”
Flynn chuckled. “My mini-me thanks you for your concern.”
“Your mini-me is on my to-do list.” Wait. Was that dorky?
“You should make it a daily to-do.” Flynn’s cheeks had color, but his eyes were twinkling.
“A repeating task, huh?”
“Yep. That would be a good idea. I think.”
“I approve. Seriously.” It felt fucking good to have his dorkitude taken as something funny, not stupid.
“Cool. I’ll get those pizzas in the oven.” Flynn’s gaze lingered until he was gone.
Huh. Okay. Okay, this was cool. It was. Unexpected, but cool.
He went through the movies, looking for something that Flynn would consider the right kind of bad.
Oh, Psycho Beach Party. Perfect.
By the time he had the movie set up, Flynn was back, cuddling with him. “Twenty minutes to food.”
“I picked a super silly one for us.”
“Cool. You wanna wait until the pizza is ready before we start it? We could… uh. You know, do stuff.”
“You mean neck?”
“That’s the one.” Flynn grinned.
“Rock on. I’ll start.” He pounced and nuzzled right into Flynn’s neck, blowing a raspberry straight off.
Flynn’s laughter echoed around the room; then Flynn pushed him down and tickled his belly, making him cackle.
They rolled together, laughing and rubbing and sharing kisses. It felt natural and right. Like the easiest roommate ever.
“Not just a roommate.”
It wasn’t an internal thought; the words whispered through his bedroom.
He stilled. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Flynn asked, head popping up from his neck. Flynn looked around, then back at him. “What?”
“Nothing. I thought I heard a whisper. Must have been the wind.”
“Yeah? You sure your barn isn’t haunted?” Flynn asked, clearly teasing.
“Pretty damn sure, yeah.” Dork.
“Maybe the ghost hitched a ride with us from the hospital.” Flynn made a face. “Okay, pretend I didn’t say that.”
“I’ve never had that happen, you know.”
“What?” Flynn asked, resting his hands on Blaine’s chest and his chin on his hands.
“Had a ghost hitch a ride.”
“Is that what happened back at the hospital? Someone tried to hitch a ride?”
“I don’t think so. I mean, I didn’t feel anything in the van.” Thank God.
“I mean, while we were in the hospital. It seemed like there was a ghost using you to communicate. Has that happened before?” Flynn asked.
“No, never.” And he was pretty sure he didn’t want it to happen either. Creepy.
“I didn’t like it. It was like you weren’t there.”
“Hopefully it was just a fluke.” Because Blaine didn’t remember not being there.
“Is it wrong that we’re ghost hunters, but we’re hoping not to have an encounter like that again?”
“We’re hoping to have some cool things on film more than anything, right?”
“Yeah, the camera better have caught something. Otherwise we’re going to look like a whole bunch of scaredy-cats who got spooked at a little bit of darkness.”
“Well, part of that is a thing, isn’t it? I mean, there’s a lot of showmanship, right? In and among the truth?”
“Yeah, I guess. It didn’t look like you were putting shit on at the hospital today, though.”
“It didn’t feel like I was either.”
“Cool. Well, if it happens again, I’m going to try and pull you out of it again.” Flynn looked deadly serious.
“I think I was just tired. I don’t like the idea of….” Of what? Possession? Did he even believe in that?
“You were exhausted.” A shiver went through Flynn. “Anyway. We all came home safely.”
“Right. That’s the important part.” Was not coming home safely an option?
“Yeah.” Flynn kissed his hand. “I better check on those pizzas. You want a Coke or something to drink?” Flynn was still lying on him, making no attempt to actually get up.
“We still have a few minutes, don’t we?” Suddenly he didn’t want to be alone.
“Yeah, I’m sure we do.” Flynn dropped another kiss on his hand, then leaned up and kissed his lips. “I bet we can take as long as we want. There were more pizzas.”
“Or I could wander down with you, rescue them.”
“Sure thing. I just thought we were….” Flynn chuckled. “I wanted more sex. Can you blame me? Look at you.”
“I want more too. I just… I’m hungry too, and a little wigged.”
“Oh man. Call me Mr. Insensitive. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought the whole crap at the hospital up. We could have talked about it tomorrow. I wasn’t planning to bring it up until we went through the stuff we got on the equipment.”
“Hey, it’s cool. We’re still super new at… everything together.”
“Yeah, yeah, we are. But….” Flynn shrugged as they made their way down the stairs. “It’s probably silly, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. I got comfortable with you faster than I ever do with anyone.”
“Me too. It’s like we’re old friends.”
“More than friends.”
There was that voice again.
“Yeah, exactly. Maybe we knew each other in a former life.” Flynn waggled his eyebrows and laughed.
“Maybe. Maybe you were my girlfriend!” Blaine teased.
“Why was I the girl?” Flynn wanted to know.
Blaine noticed that neither of them was pooh-poohing the idea of them having known each other in a former life.
“Maybe we were both girls.”
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought of that. I like it.” Flynn bent over and checked the pizzas through the glass window in the oven. “I think they could use a few more minutes.”
“You want water? Milk? Coke?”
“Oh, pizza needs Coke, not milk.” Flynn grinned and leaned against the counter, hair mussed around his head, beautiful muscles shining in the kitchen lights.
“Is a can okay?”
“No. I want five-star service, man.” Flynn grinned like he was the funniest guy in the world.
“Too fucking bad.” Blaine grinned back. He had to.
“Damn. Okay, I’ll take a can.” Flynn’s laughter bounced around the kitchen, making the place feel full of life.
“I’m glad you’re here, man.” He wouldn’t have wanted to spend tonight alone.
“Yeah, me too.” Flynn opened his Coke and took a mouthful. “And I’m glad you’re not the no-eating-in-bed type.”
“I’m easy, for the most part. I’ve been lonely.”
Flynn came over and hugged him tight. “I’ve got you, babe. Oh God, that’s a line from a Sonny and Cher song.”
“Dude, it scares me that you know that.”
“I shouldn’t tell you that I could sing you the entire song, then, should I?”
“No shit?” Well, he knew Flynn was an odd duck.
“I know. Sad, isn’t it?” Flynn grinned, shrugged. “I have a knack for remembering all manner of things. Lyrics I’m especially good at. Not a terribly useful skill, except when it comes to tests.”
“Hey, that’s cool. I wish I tested better. I’m an average student, really. Was.”
“Was there something that you didn’t get to do because you didn’t have better grades?”
“I just didn’t have the grades for a full ride, so when the money dried up and Mom and Dad needed me here, here I came.”
“At least you’re getting to pursue the ghost hunting.”
“I am.” Right. Quit being all long-in-the-mouth stupid psycho because you don’t get every single thing you want.
Flynn gave him a wry smile. “Tell me to shut up if I’m being too Pollyanna for you. I just always try to look for the good in situations, even when they’re pretty dire. It’s the only way I was able to go forward, you know?”
“Sure. Sure. I’m just a bit of a Debbie Downer sometimes. Stupid, because I’m a lucky bastard.”
“Pollyanna and Debbie Downer—doesn’t that make us the perfect opposites-attract pair?” Flynn grinned and bumped their hips together just as the timer on the oven went off.
Flynn opened the oven door and bent to check the pizzas. “They’re looking just about perfect.”
“Good deal. Don’t burn yourself.” He remembered when David had done that, grabbed a hot pad with a hole and burned his palm bad enough that the blister had been huge.
“Pass me the oven mitts, then.” Flynn reached back without looking.
“You got it.” He put two in Flynn’s hands. “They smell good. There’s nothing like a cheap frozen pizza, somehow.”
“Does anyone from town deliver out this far?” Flynn pulled the pizzas out and set them on top of the stove.
“God, I wish. No. This is a no-man’s land as far as that goes. Hell, my folks are very farm-to-table, you know? Every so often I head to town to Burrito Gringo, just because.”
Flynn laughed. “I love Mexican. And they do huge burritos there. Huge everything, really. It’s a good deal.” Flynn made short work of slicing the pizzas and dishing them onto large plates. “I do love the farm-to-table movement, though.”
“Oh, it’s the only reason that we’re still in business, but sometimes I want to be that guy in a loft downtown near the clubs and drinking coffee in crazy little shops.” He grabbed forks and napkins. “Seriously, I’d last about a day and a half and be utterly overwhelmed and wanting to come home.”
“I’ve been to some clubs.” Flynn made a face. “Too loud. And some of the gyrations that get called dancing….” Shaking his head, Flynn laughed again. “They always called me old-fashioned at university. Just because I’m not into the club scene!”
“I don’t imagine I am either, but I sort of wish I was. I want to be cooler than I am.”
Flynn stopped, literally frozen where he was, eyes on Blaine. “I think you’re pretty damn cool, Blaine. I know I’m only one guy, but… no fooling, you’re the coolest guy I know.”
Oh. Oh okay. That felt like…. It felt like the best thing he’d ever heard. “Thanks. Seriously. That rocks.”
“You’re welcome—just telling it like it is.” Flynn grabbed his plate and his Coke and they headed back upstairs. “Did I tell you how cool it is that you’re not afraid to let us eat on your bed?”
“You might have mentioned it. I take it you had a guy who was?”
Flynn snorted. “That’s like saying that the center of the sun is a little bit hot. Hell, some days I was lucky Dirk let me eat at the dining room table. When he was home alone, he’d eat holding his plate over the kitchen sink. He had this real phobia about crumbs leading to bugs. I never did get out of him what bad experience he’d had with bugs as a kid, but I always figured it had to be something really traumatic.”
“That sucks—for you and him, huh? I mean, I can’t imagine.” Bugs were a part of farm life.
“Yeah. I felt sorrier for him than me in the end. I mean, I got to leave and go roll in the mud or something and not worry about it. He was germaphobic, bugaphobic, dirtaphobic. He had to have everything just so, and his entire place was white so he could see if there were crumbs or bugs or any sort of dirt. He tried seeing a therapist for it, but that never took.”
“Well, you can sort of tell that’s not me….” Sort of. Like a lot.
“No, you have a much cooler vibe. Relaxed. Easy. Not that I’m saying you’re easy! Just… you know what I meant, right?”
God, Flynn really was a giant dork. It was kind of hugely adorable.
“I am, though. Easy. And weirdly happy and embarrassed about it.”
Flynn laughed and put his food on the bed, then took Blaine’s from him and set that down as well. That done, Flynn wrapped him in a hug and kissed him. It was the easiest thing on earth to hold on, to wrap his arms around Flynn and kiss right back.
Their mouths parted, though Flynn didn’t back off, and when he spoke, his lips tickled Blaine’s. “I like you easy, and you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I’ve proved to be pretty easy myself, at least when it comes to you.”
“I like it. Lots. Let’s eat.” He was suddenly ravenous.
“Yeah, ’cause God knows I can’t jump your bones while there’s pizza on the bed. I mean, eating in bed is one thing, rolling all over the food is another.”
“Yeah. Hot cheese burns delicate bits.” He spoke from experience.
Flynn laughed again as he threw himself down on the bed, making their plates bounce. It was a damn good thing he’d put the Cokes on the side table and not the mattress.
Settled against the pillows, Flynn looked totally at home in Blaine’s bed.
Blaine moved more carefully, settling down and starting the movie before grabbing his pizza. Flynn shifted once he’d settled, moving so they were touching from shoulders to hips and from hips to ankles.
“I like this,” he whispered. He liked it a lot.
“Me too. It’s….” Flynn shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not the word guy; I’m the science guy. I was lonely too. And that makes it sound like I’m here just because I was lonely, and that’s not it at all. Maybe that’s why I thought renting a room from you was such a great idea, but it’s not why I’m here”—Flynn pointed at the bed—“with you.”
“We’ll figure out the why part, right?”
“Yeah, we will. I just don’t want you thinking any port in a storm is why I’m here.”
“I don’t know. That’s sort of heroic on my end. Being Mister Porty McStorm?”
Flynn giggled, nearly choking on his bite of pizza.
Blaine winked, feeling clever as hell. Flynn was definitely good for his ego.
After Flynn swallowed, he leaned up and kissed the corner of Blaine’s mouth.
It was sweet and gentle, just about perfect, and he thought he could get used to it. Flynn smiled at him, then turned his attention back to his pizza and took another bite. He kept shooting little smiles at Blaine, happy little glances.
It felt good, and more than that, it felt safe somehow.
When they’d finished their pizzas, Flynn wiped the grease from his mouth and leaned his head against Blaine’s shoulder.
Yeah, this had possibilities. This worked.