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When I woke up the room was darker than before. Soft snoring met my ears. I rolled onto my side, facing the snoring person. It was Allan. Suddenly the snoring stopped and his bottle-green eyes opened. I wanted to run but my body hurt too badly.
“It’s ok, just relax honey. I’m won’t touch you if you don’t want me too.” He whispered closing his eyes again.
I yawned pulling the thick covers up to my shoulders, shifting to where my back was to him. Loki wasn’t on my other side.
“He went to my studio to put up his drawings.” Allan told me softly.
I nodded biting my lower lip.
My body ached almost unbearably.
A whimper fell faintly from my lips. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself.
“Terrence…”
“Yes…?”
“Can I make you feel better?” He whispered touching cool fingertips to my hot back.
“No.” I snapped jerking away. That just caused me to wind up in tears.
“Ok honey, just go to sleep then.” I wiped the tears from my face angrily.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t go to sleep.
I could tell that Allan was awake because he wasn’t snoring.
Pained tears still leaked down my cheeks
“Fine…” I whispered turning back over to face him.
Allan opened his eyes, turning his face to match his gaze with mine.
He turned onto his side, stretching his arms out to me. Then he pulled me against his chest tracing his tongue along a vein in my neck. A shiver ran down my spin as he nipped at it, running his soft, gentle, cool hands down my back to my waist.
I turned my face back to his. His eyes were saddened as he looked at me. He pressed his lips to mine, oh so gently. I let him slip his tongue into my mouth, twining my fingers into his hair. His hand moved down to take me in his hands. I arched myself against him, seeking the pleasure he offered.
His hands massaged me gently. A pleasurable torture to me, although, a complete distraction from the aching of my body.
My leg muscles tensed as I felt the need to come. His hands, still worked over my length tenderly, delicately.
“Please…” I whispered into his mouth.
“You don’t have to ask me honey. Go ahead.” He moved his tongue from my mouth, tracing it along my kiss-swollen lower lip. I came into his hands with a loud groan. He massaged me harder. I came again, now finding myself tired again.
Eventually he let me go, licking his hands. I made a disgusted face but he laughed softly kissing my lips.
He took my face in his hands now, running his thumb along my lower lip, then down from my forehead, down the bridge of my nose to its tip. His fingers outlined my jaw, making me moan. He trailed them along my collar bones, sending a frosty marvel down my spine.
I closed my eyes, leaning into his sympathetic caress.
A small moan uttered from the back of my throat. My breathing hitched in my throat.
“Did I hurt you?” He whispered almost inaudibly.
“No…” I replied with a breathy response, a light zephyr.
I fell asleep while he cuddled and stroked my entire body, sending shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure to my brain, hazing it.
A soft whisper roused my brain from its slumber.
“He’s a mess…” It was Loki’s voice.
My body tensed slightly.
A thumb rubbed circles on my bare back, soothing.
“He needed a distraction from the tenderness. He was crying Loki.” Allan’s chest vibrated as his deep voice sounded next to my ear. I relaxed a little. He was the one touching me.
A soft kiss was placed on my shoulder.
“Wake him up, he needs a shower.” Loki ordered still whispering.
The tone of his voice told me that he wanted to take a shower with me.
“Loki, give the boy a break. He’s young and can’t handle a lot at once. Have you noticed how he’s an angrier person now than when you first got him and the only way you can get him to lighten up is when he’s drunk? He’s confused and upset.” Allan reasoned clutching me tighter to his chest. He smelled like Abercrombie & Fitch Cologne. That smell is amazing.
“He needs to accept it already. He’s had more than enough time to get over it.” Loki sounded angry.
“Stop being such a hard-ass Loki. Terrence is a child. You could be a bit nicer to him. Don’t force him to do anything and he might just come to you.” Allan snapped at Loki, his skin heating with his own anger.
My body tensed. I had gone to Allan because he hadn’t forced me to do anything with him. Was he just testing out a conjecture with me?
He stroked my back gently till I relaxed again.
“I’ve given him ample opportunities!” Yep, he’s pissed.
“Like when…? Loki, name a time when he has rejected you and you accepted it and left him alone without cold-shouldering him.”
Loki was silent.
“See?” Allan sighed.
“Wake him up.” Loki growled.
“Loki, let him be. I’ll give him a bath when he wakes up. He does need a break. Plus, we have a banquet to go to and if you plan on bringing Terrence he needs to be able to walk.”
Tears began to leak from my eyes, dripping slowly down Allan’s bare chest.
“Fine Allan, but remember, he’s mine, not yours.” Loki growled then there was the click of a door shutting.
Allan breathed deeply, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“Why are you crying sweetie?” He whispered as I tilted my head up to meet his probing, bottle-green eyed gaze.
“I hate him.”
