Page 13 of Vampire Lee

Dillon swallowed hard. What the hell just happened? Lee was kissing him, sort of. He didn’t think it was part of the cuddling, or maybe it was. He frowned at him, and Lee grinned—no pointy teeth showing.

“What are you doing?” His whisper was so low, he was surprised Lee heard him, but then again, he was in bed with a vampire. Freaky super senses.

“Well, I was aiming for some undemanding body contact, but I think I screwed up.”

“You think?”

“I only wanted to smell you.” Lee grinned again.

“You smell me now.”

“Yeah, but I wanted…” He grabbed Dillon’s hand and raised it to his face. Part of him wanted to yank away, being bitten on or near the hands hurt like hell—unless they fooled his mind into thinking it was pleasurable.

Lee ran his nose over his wrist. So weird. “Sunshine.”

“Huh?”

“You smell of sunshine.”

“Did you hit your head at some point today?”

Lee laughed, low and…dirty. A shiver shot through Dillon, and he stared wide-eyed.

“Nope. I only like to smell you.” He pushed up the sleeve of Dillon’s shirt and ran his nose up to his elbow, not seeming to notice the scars.

“Because?”

“You smell nice.”

“But vampires have an okay sense of smell. You can smell me from a distance.”

Lee looked into his eyes, and Dillon forgot to look away.

“It’s not the same.” He ran his nose up and down his arm, then shifted his hold and—Dillon’s hand sliced through the air to smack him away, but Lee caught the wrist without looking at it. His lips pressed against Dillon’s skin, then he kissed his way up toward his elbow again.

He held onto Dillon, not bruising in any way, but easily kept him immobilized.

“Lee?” Fear rose in him, and Lee made a sound at the back of his throat.

He ran his tongue over Dillon’s arm.

“Lee, listen dammit!” He moved his legs as if to kick him, when Lee rolled, bringing Dillon with him.

For a second, all Dillon did was stare down at him from where he was sprawled over his body. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I don’t know. I want to lick you all over, but I have a feeling you won’t let me.”

Dillon huffed. “Do you have a concussion?”

Lee shook his head.

“What happened to the puny-human speech?”

“The what?”

Dillon growled and tried to slide off him, but Lee grabbed his hip and held him in place.

“I might have been wrong.”

“You might have been wrong?” He hadn’t meant to screech, but what the hell?

“Yeah, maybe I like puny humans after all. I’ve longed to come back here all day.”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not fucking you.” Dillon put as much conviction into his words as he dared. He didn’t want to give the impression he’d be giving in, but he didn’t want to plant any ideas of Lee needing to control his mind either.

“I prefer to top anyway, so best if you didn’t. Though, if you wanted to, I might…” He scrunched his nose, and Dillon tried to scramble away again. Lee only chuckled and hugged him closer. “I’m joking.” He ran a hand over Dillon’s back and down over the swell of his ass. “Or not joking, I prefer to top, that part was true, but I don’t need penetrative sex.”

“Jesus, let me go.”

Lee loosened his hold but didn’t let Dillon move off him.

“Lee, what the hell?”

“I like this.”

Dillon groaned. “Like what?”

“You squirming on top of me while sounding angry.”

Dillon stilled. “You what? And what do you mean sounding? I’m not sounding angry, I am angry.”

“It’s fun, and you smell much nicer now than when you panic. Cursing me makes you feel better, which in turn makes me feel better.”

A second ticked by before Dillon realized his eyes were so wide they were starting to dry out on him. “You’re insane.”

“Never argued against it, babe, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”

“What? No, you don’t.”

“I don’t?”

Dillon shook his head. “You don’t. I might buy the cuddling, though barely, but you don’t want me. Not me-me. You might want someone you can fuck and bite, but you don’t care if it’s me or someone else.”

“I don’t?” Lee looked amused, which pissed Dillon off.

“No, you don’t.”

“Okay.” He shrugged and grinned, and Dillon growled.

Lee caressed his hip with a thumb, his other hand moved slowly up his back.

“Kisses aren’t part of cuddling?”

Dillon shook his head. “What are you doing?”

“Since you said cuddling was okay, I figured—”

“I didn’t say cuddling was okay!”

Lee rolled them again, but slower this time. His hand ran over Dillon’s thigh, a lazy, almost massaging caress. “Maybe you should change into pajamas.”

“Why?”

“It’s cuddlier.”

“We’re not—”

“Oh, I think we are. It’s too early to sleep, so let’s cozy up. We can watch a movie.” He gestured at the flat screen on the wall across from the bed.

“Lee.” It came out pleading, and some of Lee’s amusement melted away.

“It’ll be fine, Dillon. Comfy clothes, snuggling in bed, and a movie. Easy and relaxed.”

“Until you get all weird.”

Lee laughed. “You want me to grab some snacks from the kitchen?”

Dillon grimaced. “The cupboard above the refrigerator.”

Rolling out of bed, Lee headed for the door only to turn around and grab Dillon’s empty plate.

“Are you walking down there without clothes?”

Lee shrugged and grabbed a pair of jeans but didn’t button them, and headed out the door. Dillon stood staring after him. What had he gotten himself into?

* * * *

The dishwasher was running when Lee reached the kitchen, so he put the plate in the sink and walked over to the refrigerator. He opened it and grabbed two beers. There were several, and if someone got angry with him for taking two, he’d pay them back. Then he reached for the cupboard above. It was packed with chips, microwave popcorn, MM bags, and some other chocolate.

He grabbed a bag of popcorn and threw it into the microwave.

“Hi.” Rei sauntered into the kitchen, walking with a predatory grace that normally would’ve left Lee salivating.

“Hi.”

“Want to fuck?”

“Nope.” Surprisingly enough, it was true. He wanted to head up to Dillon.

“Hmm.” Rei grinned at him, his fangs a little sharper than normal, and Lee almost groaned. He liked the sight, he did, but…He could have an armful of angry human upstairs, and for some weird reason, it was far more appealing.

“Is it worth the effort?”

Lee frowned. “What?”

“Dillon. I believed Mars would go insane with Devin. It’s not like picking someone up in a bar.”

Lee looked at the microwave, so he wouldn’t have to look at Rei. “I have no idea. It’s not like we’re…I don’t think he likes me much.”

Rei barked a laugh. “I think you’re wrong.”

That made Lee look at him. “You do?”

“He’s been here for seven, almost eight months, and apart from a few mumbled words to Devin, he doesn’t talk. With you, he talks. And judging by the scent, he allows you to touch him.”

“I don’t know if allow is the right word. I steal touches.”

Rei shrugged. “You’re still alive, so it can’t be too bad.”

Lee laughed, as if Dillon could kill him. Luckily, he didn’t have to continue the conversation since the microwave pinged.

“Don’t push if you don’t plan to hang around.”

Lee nodded before grabbing his things and heading up the stairs. Hang around? As in long-term? Lee didn’t do anything long-term.

He pushed open the door to his and Dillon’s room and smiled at Dillon who was standing by the window. “Brought popcorn and beer.”

After placing the items on the bedside table, he arranged the pillows so they could lean against the headboard and reached for the remote. “Come on. On the bed.”

Dillon sighed but climbed on.

“What are you in the mood for?” Lee flicked through the streaming services. Something easy. Nothing with torture or kidnappings, nothing with supernatural beings. Humans who moved at normal human speed, with normal human strength, and weren’t up to anything too gruesome.

“I haven’t watched a movie in years.”

Because he’d been kept prisoner. Fuck. “Okay, let’s pick something where we don’t have to think.” He hit play on one of those movies with a group of young people on the cover. There was a car in the background, so maybe it was some kind of road trip story.

He sat next to Dillon, handed him a beer, and put the popcorn bag on his lap. He sipped his beer and reached for some popcorn. After a few seconds, Dillon did the same.

The movie played out, and they watched without much comment. A few times, Lee caught Dillon watching him instead of the TV, but he ignored it. Once the beer was empty, he put the bottle on the bedside table and glanced at Dillon’s. He had more than half left. “Don’t like beer?”

“Oh, yeah, I…” He took a sip. More time went by, and Dillon sipped his beer and ate some popcorn. When the bottle was empty, he handed it to Lee. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, babe.”

Dillon huffed but focused on the TV. Lee ate some more popcorn, mostly to empty the bag. When there were only kernels left, he grabbed the bag off Dillon’s lap and put it next to the beer bottles. Then he grabbed his pillow, put it on the mattress and stretched out diagonally over the bed while pulling Dillon down with him.

“Hey. Words are nice, you know.”

“Words?”

“Yeah, a ‘Hey, Dillon, let’s lie down’ instead of simply pulling at me.”

“But my way is faster.”

“Ass.”

“And there he is, my prickly human.” Lee grinned and wrapped an arm around Dillon, urging him to rest his head on his chest so they could easily watch the TV. He didn’t much care what happened in the movie, but this was nice. Dillon was warm, and maybe not pliant in his arms, but not struggling and stinking of fear either.

Lee ran his hand over his back, small undemanding caresses. He wished he could touch skin. Would Dillon be angry with him if he slipped a hand under his shirt? Maybe not so much angry as…tense.

On the next down stroke, Lee lingered by the waistband of his pajama pants. He liked the pajama pants. They were soft and made Dillon look all kinds of cute. He ran a finger along the hem of the shirt, allowing his forefinger to slip in under. Warm skin met his, and Dillon froze, then shivered. Good or bad shiver? Lee wanted to look at him but kept his gaze on the TV.

He ran his finger along the waistband, gentle, barely-there caresses. Dillon let out a deep breath, and Lee hid a smile.

* * * *

Dillon watched the movie. It was some silly rom-com about young adults messing up their lives with stupid decisions. It was pretty entertaining, but Lee’s light caresses on his back distracted him.

They never strayed, never turned grabby, and he didn’t move his hand. His fingers slid over Dillon’s naked skin almost as if he wasn’t aware he was doing it, and it made him squirm.

At first, he kept still. Then he relaxed a little more against Lee. A few minutes later, he realized, to his horror, that he shifted ever so slightly to get the fingers to where he wanted them.

He froze, but Lee continued to move his fingers as if nothing had happened despite there being no way he could’ve missed how tense Dillon got.

Gradually, he relaxed again.

“They’re pretty stupid.”

He jerked at Lee’s comment. “Yeah.”

Lee flattened his hand against his back and moved a fraction, so his thigh was pressed against Dillon’s groin. Tipping his head, Dillon glanced at him. Lee’s gaze was glued to the TV, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.

“Ass.”

“This is fun. We should do it more often.”

Dillon snorted, but as the finger caresses started up again, he melted against Lee. Screw it. It was pretty nice to be held.

Lee moved his leg again, pressing his thigh against Dillon.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking if you’re hard.”

“Dude—”

Lee barked a laugh. “Dude? Dude is the word you’re going with?”

Dillon huffed. “I haven’t been hard in months.”

Lee stilled underneath him. “What?”

Dillon shrugged. “I have no idea when I last had a hard-on no one forced on me. Since they got me out, I haven’t…I…eh…”

Lee turned so they were facing each other. “Fuck, babe. I’m sorry.” His arms wrapped around Dillon, and he rocked them.

“It’s okay. I don’t miss it.”

An outraged sound left Lee. “I can’t accept that.”

“What?” Dillon laughed. He didn’t know what else to do. “You can’t accept it?”

Lee looked into his eyes. “If you don’t want me, that’s one thing. I mean, I’m obviously a catch, but puny humans are stupid at times.” He winked. “But for yourself.”

“I have other problems, Lee. I’m more worried about getting a couple of hours’ uninterrupted sleep than getting an erection.”

“Will you let me try?”

“What? No!” He pushed at Lee, but he didn’t budge.

“You’re gay, right? Or bi at least.”

Dillon nodded. “Gay.” Though it didn’t matter when someone controlled your mind. Then you were whatever they wanted you to be.

“And you fancy me.” Lee wiggled his eyebrows. “Since I’m so handsome and all.”

“In a former life, yeah, I would’ve found you hot.” Dillon laughed at the absurdity of the conversation.

“So you’d be okay with me sucking you off?”

Dillon sighed. “In a former life, Lee. Now I know your teeth turn sharp, and being bitten in the dick hurts like hell.”

Lee reared back as if slapped. “What the fuck! I’m not gonna bite you. Who the hell would…” His voice died away, and he looked at Dillon. “No mouth, hands only.”

Dillon scrunched his nose and shook his head. “I…it would only be awkward.”

“I can work with awkward. I’m the king of awkward, believe me.”

“No, I would feel pressured and embarrassed and…I don’t know, something else not good.”

“No pressure, no embarrassment. Caresses, Dillon. Skin on skin. If you don’t get hard, you don’t get hard. There will be other opportunities.”

“You just want in my pants.”

Lee tugged at his shirt. “Come on, get rid of this.”

“No, I’ve got scars all over.”

“I know.”

Dillon frowned. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“It bothers me, but not in the way you think. Those scars shouldn’t be there. You can be bitten a thousand times without having a single scar. Them being there tells me they wanted them to be. Sane vampires don’t bite like that.”

Icy fear filled his core.

“Relax. I’m not going to. No teeth, promise. I’ll keep them in check.” He showed his teeth, and they looked human. Then he tugged at Dillon’s shirt again. “Skin, babe. It’ll feel good.”