It was like yoga. He closed his eyes and stretched into the touch of fate, something he’d come to believe in more since meeting Jim. Sebastian lets his toes curl and body arch into the hands tracing hard muscle. He’s packed on more, since Jim left. Working out was a distraction that filled the lonely hours. He settles his hands on Jim’s legs and smiles at the teeth digging into his neck.
His nightmare is fading, forced out by the healthy pound of blood and the dark force that truly had claim to his body and soul. “Since your return.” Ever since, he’d been having them. The twisted and nasty nightmares that would normally have him awake in a cold sweat. It’s doing his part, trusting Jim. Giving him everything so he can fix this as much as it needs to be.
He understands what Sebastian is saying without the other man needing to explain further. Jim’s mind, two steps ahead, had already come to this conclusion—though his ego did have quite a bit to do with it—and it wasn’t as comforting to hear it confirmed as he would have liked. Emotions he was usually void of had overtaken him lately and usually around this other man.
“I’m not going anywhere,” the Irishman promised, nipping at Sebastian’s collarbone.