Page 3 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 1-4 (The Residency Boys #6)

He came with a whimper, his hips stuttering against Damian’s grip. His eyes closed and his lips parted, and his body folded into Damian. Damian turned him sideways in his lap and cradled him against his chest. This way he could see Jun’s face.

Jun started to say something but what it was, Damian couldn’t decipher. Jun was asleep before he enunciated anything intelligible.

Damian cradled Jun until the water started to cool.

He’d had sex with a few people over the years: mostly Richard, though their relationship was much more about power exchange, dominance and submission, and kink.

He’d been intimate with émeric. Occasionally, he’d had moments with Matthew and Enzo.

And then there had been Tanner, but he wasn’t going to count that.

Tanner had made sure all of them had known it hadn’t been real.

There had been a few dates. A few hot moments between near strangers.

Not for a while, though. After he’d turned twenty-eight, his appetite for no-strings attached sex had diminished.

Holding Jun in the water, watching the younger man sleep, he had to admit to himself that this was not a no-strings encounter.

This was one of those moments that changed things.

Whether or not one wanted things to change, they had.

And no matter what choices followed, or whether he ever saw Jun again, there would always be a part of him that would love this and this moment.

He wanted, like a physical pull in his body.

In his head, he could hear the whisper of words he hadn’t been sure he’d ever say out loud.

My boy.

Damian had thrived as Richard’s submissive. But Jun had fully woken up something else.

He wanted Jun to be his .

It was way too fast. Way too soon. He didn’t even know Jun’s full name. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t think he’d ever told Jun his own.

And yet, despite all of that, despite the years of building solid, logical habits, training as a lawyer, climbing to the top of his field, he was falling for this elfin, anxious stranger of a man in a matter of hours.

Perhaps he was the one who should have been nervous.

When the water was too cool to stay in any longer, he stood, carefully holding Jun against his chest. The slender man only snuggled deeper, pulling up his legs, still at rest. Damian snagged both towels with his fingers and walked directly out to the bed.

He dried both of them off enough and rolled Jun under the covers.

Then he crawled in beside him. Jun scooted into his arms.

Touch starved. There was no other way to explain how desperate for skin-to-skin contact Jun was. He was clinging to Damian in his sleep.

Damian swallowed, still petting Jun’s damp hair as he himself started to drift off. Touch starvation was no laughing matter. It was real. He knew what it felt like. He drew Jun against him, until they were flush from ankle to shoulder.

* * *

Awareness returned with a pair of brown eyes.

“You didn’t fuck me.”

Damian blinked. Jun was holding himself up on one elbow, but they were still tangled together under the covers. He looked at the bedside clock. There were still five hours until he needed to catch his flight.

“You fell asleep.”

“And you just…let me? What about… I mean…” Jun waved his hand toward Damian’s waist. “Did you take care of yourself?”

“No, I just held you until the water got cool and then brought you here.”

“Oh.” Jun’s brain took a second to chew on that. “I really thought we’d have sex last night.”

“We did. At least in my book. Sex doesn't mean a dick has to go into someone.”

Jun flushed. “Oh…I didn’t know that.”

“Lots of people don’t. But sexual contact is sex. So, do you think we had sex?”

“We had sex.” Jun blinked and then fell back against the pillows on his back. “We had sex. I had sex.”

Damian chuckled. At least Jun’s lips were twitching toward a smile even though he seemed more in shock than anything else.

“I enjoyed sex with you.”

Jun’s eyes tightened, and his lips widened in anxious hope. “You did? I didn’t suck at it? I feel like I did. I just lay there and you…”

“You let me play with you.” Damian leaned over and kissed Jun’s shoulder. “It was a pleasure. One I would like to have again, if you would let me.”

Jun stared at Damian’s face and then his mouth, and then he was up on his knees, throwing himself at Damian, straddling his lap. He had his arms looped around the back of Damian’s head before he stopped himself.

“I can kiss you, right?”

“You can kiss me. Good boy for asking.”

“Ugh…you can’t say things like that.” Jun slammed his mouth against Damian’s.

For a good three minutes, Damian couldn’t have asked Jun what he meant if he had tried.

He was entirely too distracted by Jun’s lips on his and then his tongue and then Jun’s tongue in his mouth and then his tongue in Jun’s mouth, and then they were rolling on the bed.

Jun landed beneath Damian. Damian grabbed Jun’s hand that wasn’t gripping Damian’s head and caught his breath.

“What do you mean I can’t say things like that?”

“Good boy. I’m not a good boy. I had sex. That means I’m bad. Very bad.” Jun’s eyes crinkled up in humor.

Damian laughed. He kissed Jun again. “You can be a good boy if you want to be.”

Pure longing shot through Jun’s eyes, but he shook his head, pushing whatever he really wanted away and letting mischief back in. “Can we have more sex? Or is kissing sex? Maybe my English isn’t very good.”

“Kissing can be a part of sex. Also, don’t try that on me. Your English is pretty much damn native.”

Jun smirked. “I practice. That’s the only way Gigi and I talk.”

Damian chuckled. “You can talk to me, too.”

Jun’s eyes softened. “But you’re not here, and I don’t have a work excuse to talk to you.”

“You’re an adult, Jun. You can talk to whoever you want to.”

Jun’s eyes dimmed. “One would think. If Bak finds out I have someone in my life…” He shrugged. “I told you I don’t know what I can promise you.”

“Do you want to see me again?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to talk to me when I’m not here?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll find a way.”

“You’re not going to yell at me and tell me I’m weird because there’s someone controlling my communications?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely going to find out why. And then we’ll talk about it—if you’ll let me. But I’m not going to tell you that you’re wrong before I even understand what’s happening.”

Jun smiled, a little less strained this time. “I’m not supposed to be gay. That’s the biggest part. If that came out, Bak would lose his shit. I’d…lose a lot. But there’s other people; they’d lose things too. And I don’t want them to.”

“Do you want to live like this?”

Real anguish shot through Jun’s eyes. He looked like an ancient child, a Merlin in tan skin and black hair.

“Don’t answer that,” Damian whispered. “Let’s talk about something else. We still have some time.”

“For sex?” Jun gave a shaky smile.

“Yes.” Damian grabbed Jun’s hips between his hands and pulled, laying Jun flat on the bed. “I haven’t introduced you to the joys of frotting.”

“What’s that?”

Damian grinned, snagging lube from the side of the bed. “It’s when I find out if you’re ticklish enough to come from squirming against me.”

Jun’s eyes lit up. “You’re making that up.”

“Frotting? No. But the way we’re going to do this, maybe.” He grinned, letting his teeth show.

Jun shrieked, grinning. He made to roll away. “No tickling!”

Damian stopped.

Jun looked over shoulder. “Why’d you stop?”

“You said no.”

“But…fine. Red, yellow, green. All right? Because if you’re tickling, I’m absolutely going to be saying no.”

“But you still want me to…”

Jun nodded vigorously.

Perfect. Seriously, Jun just kept bursting out surprises of the best kind. Damian grinned and pounced.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, in need of another shower and both of them a bit breathless, Damian lay with Jun sprawled on top of him.

“I guess the real world has to come back,” Jun muttered into Damian’s chest hair.

“I suppose. They won’t hold the entire plane for me.”

“And my boss is probably losing his shit.”

“Can you call him?”

“And give him a phone number to track back to you? No.”

“You don’t have a phone?”

“I don’t carry one on me at public functions.” Jun bounced out of bed. “Bak or one of the managers always holds my phone when we’re out.”

Damian winced. He was going to figure out who this Bak person was. However, the name Bak in South Korea was like Smith in the US. Too dang many of them to be able to zero in. But there were other ways he could figure it out, like finding out what the event had been at the bar yesterday.

He rolled out of bed and offered Jun his hand, pulling the other man to his feet. “Come on, shower, then we’ll get a cab. I’m going to guess you don’t have a wallet either, now that I think about it.”

Jun shook his head. “Yeah, I know. I need to work on getting him to ease up. He’s paranoid some fan is going to steal it and expose my personal details to the world. Like there’s anything to share. Well, other than this.” Jun waved at the space between them.

“Tell you what, let’s get you a burner phone, something small you can hide easily, and an account on this messaging app I know. It’s encrypted. Then we can talk to each other.”

“You still want that?” Jun bit his lip.

Damian plucked it out of Jun’s teeth and kissed the spot Jun had just abused. “Yes.”

* * *

Damian had the cab drop them off at an underpass near a train station. They stopped in the alley. Jun was still wearing Damian’s hat.

Damian took the hat and flipped it around. Inside the brim was a tag with his name on it. He ripped it out and put it in his pocket. Then gave the hat back to Jun. “Keep this. Then you’ll have something to hold on to.”

“What about you?”

“A mystery. I’m going to figure out who you are. If you let me. Are you going to let me?”

Jun bit his lip. “You’re not going to just ask me who I am?”