Page 34 of Pure Silence

As if that somehow made up for being tied to the damn bed and being drugged again.

Goldie ignored all that for now. His goal today was to get the fuck out of these handcuffs. His shoulders were aching from his arms being held up for so long, he needed to use the damn bathroom without any assistance, and he really wanted a shower.

At the moment, however, it was sort of nice to be held.

Day’s skin was wonderfully warm against his own, and he looked so beautiful while he was sleeping. His arm draped over Goldie’s chest was nice too, and Goldie actually found he didn’t want to move just yet.

It had been a long time since someone had been in his bed with him, and the memories of Day touching himself last night sent intense electric chills down his spine—a spine that was currently aching because he needed his medicine, but he could stand a couple more minutes like this. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

Well, at least he tried to.

The early morning hour and reliving last night’s events chubbed up his dick, and he wasn’t comfortable. He wanted to shift his hips to get into a better position, but doing so risked waking up Day. He glared at his dick tenting the front of his sweats like a damn pole, and he tried to think of anything to deter his raging erection.

Like seeing Day kill someone.

There. That should do it.

Wait, no.

That only made it worse.

It had beenthrillingto see Day dispatch an armed man so effortlessly, and he couldn’t believe the strength hiding in that slender frame. Day had been fearless, methodical…

Okay, but he was alsoinsane.

Yes, he’d undoubtedly saved Goldie’s life, but the holy mission from God to kill people or whatever it was made zero fucking sense. Goldie wasn’t an expert on religion, but he was fairly confident there was nothing in the Bible giving a pass for killing people. He was also certain the police would be here before too long looking for Michael, and he was honestly ready to give Day a strong defense.

Michael was going to kill Goldie. Day stopped him. The end.

Okay, but Day also refused to call the police and then did who knows what with the body.

Goldie sighed haggardly, and he couldn’t take his discomfort another second. He tried to stretch his hips, tilting them at an angle as he pushed his feet toward the footboard. He heard and felt his hips and knees pop, and he grunted.

Day stirred, his fingers digging into Goldie’s chest as if he was afraid Goldie was going to vanish. He peeked up at him, yawning a little and then smiling warmly. His touch relaxed, and he rubbed Goldie’s chest, mouthing what was probably, “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Goldie replied. He smiled back, shivering at the delightful caresses. He had to talk fast before Day noticed his dick predicament. “Look, so, about last night?”

Day beamed, his eyes bright and happy. His hand swept over Goldie’s chest to his stomach, exploring eagerly as he pressed his very firm cock into Goldie’s hip.

Goldie wasn’t the only one who had woken up in a good mood.

“Look, I was a little out of it,” Goldie said quickly. “Not that you were doing anything wrong because I was encouraging it, very much so, but it was wrong because I also was fucked up on those sleeping pills I know you fed me.”

Day kissed Goldie’s chest, then his nipple, and he continued to descend with a coy grin.

Goldie tried to twist away, but his hips wouldn’t cooperate. He hissed at the sudden burst of pain, insisting, “Hey, hey, just wait a second!”

Day did not wait.

Day did not stop until he was at the hem of Goldie’s sweats and peeling them back to kiss the base of Goldie’s hard cock. “Mmm…”

“Day!” Goldie gasped, his entire body tensing from the sudden stimulation. The wet tease of Day’s kiss so close to his dick made him twitch again, and he tried to think through the lingering haze to make a good and rational decision.

He shouldn’t let Day do this. It was wrong on a variety of levels. He didn’t want to take advantage of a person who clearly had mental health issues, and it was more than a little wrong that this was happening while his hands were still in cuffs. He needed to stop this at once.

But then Day’s mouth was gliding down his shaft, and any sense of rationality departed.

Goldie would later blame the sleeping pills for making him wake up in a fog, but the truth was he wanted this. Day was crazy, clearly, but he was also gorgeous, and the temptation of a beautiful young man sucking Goldie’s dick was too much for him to resist.