Page 14 of Vampire Lee

Lee watched the struggle in Dillon’s eyes and wanted to decide for him, wanted to pull the shirt off and be done with it, but he waited.

With a defeated sigh, Dillon pulled it over his head. Defeat wasn’t what Lee was going for, but he hid his expression and ran a hand over Dillon’s bare arm to his shoulder. Then he hugged him closer. They were bare chest to bare chest. He turned a little until Dillon was halfway on top of him.

“Watch the movie.”

“The movie?”

“Yeah, cuddling, undemanding, no awkwardness or embarrassment.”

“That ship sailed a long time ago.”

Lee huffed a laugh and kissed his forehead. “Nope.” He ran his hand over Dillon’s back, ignoring the ridges of the scars and reveling in the contact. He dug his fingers into tense muscles, and Dillon let out a low moan. Good.

The movie played out before Lee’s eyes, but he no longer had any idea what was happening. His gaze might be on the TV, but his focus was on Dillon. His fingers searched for tense muscles and kneaded them. He was glad he was a vampire, or his fingers would’ve given out on him before long.

Dillon allowed the occasional groan to slip out, and now and then he squirmed against Lee to get his fingers to where he wanted them. When he reached his shoulder blade and dug his fingers in, Dillon jerked. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Lee wanted to gloat, but it wasn’t classy, so he turned his head away from the TV and nuzzled Dillon’s hair. Turning back to the movie, he continued his massage.

“This is better than sex.” Dillon arched against him. “This is what we should be doing.”

Lee snorted because it was not better than sex. “Sure, you can do me later.”

Dillon chuckled, a low, husky sound that lit a fire in Lee. Damn, he hadn’t known he could sound like that. When Dillon rubbed a hand over Lee’s flat belly in a circling motion, he forgot to breathe. Damn, it was the first time Dillon had touched him in a way not meant to push him away. It had his already interested cock fill more.

He spent some more time on Dillon’s shoulder blades before slowly working his hand downward. Dillon moved with him, the hand on his belly forgotten other than his fingertips digging in a little when Lee hit a good spot.

“Fuck, Lee.”

Lee grinned. “Want to?”

A huff and a snort were his only reply. Lee turned and hefted Dillon’s leg up over his hip and dug his fingers into his thigh muscles.

“Oh.” Dillon’s mouth dropped open, and his eyelids fell shut. Damn. Lee’s cock was straining now, and he wasn’t sure Dillon would appreciate it. On the other hand, if he kept his eyes shut, maybe he wouldn’t notice.

Lee dug his fingers into Dillon’s glutes and was rewarded with a full-body shiver and some rolling of his hips.

“Can we remove the pants?” Lee didn’t want to break the spell, but he wanted skin there too.

Dillon grunted, his eyes opening in slits.

“Skin, Dillon.” He gave him his most innocent look, which had Dillon laughing.

“Fine. Do what you want as long as you keep the massage up, and no teeth.” An instant later, he went rigid. “Or eyes. No controlling me.”

“Never. I promise.”

“You can make me believe—”

“Relax. Jesus. I’m not going to. I want you with me, not…” Lee couldn’t come up with the right words, so he waved his hand.

Dillon raised his hips and pulled down his pants. His dick was flaccid. Damn. Lee followed suit, his dick hard and flushed.

“Uh-huh?” Dillon raised an eyebrow at him.

“Shut up.”

His grumble earned him another laugh. He could live with being laughed at. He really could, since he didn’t think Dillon had laughed in months. As he pulled him close again, he groaned at the contact, as did Dillon. Interesting.

He bent to nuzzle his neck only to end up with his face caught against Dillon’s palm. “Nope.”

“Not even—” He swooped in and brushed his lips over Dillon’s.

“Teeth.”

“The teeth are fine.” For now. He touched his lips to Dillon’s again, and this time Dillon kissed him back. Heat shot through him, and he dug his fingers into Dillon’s buttocks. Fuck. Angling his head, he deepened the kiss, and Dillon opened for him. After a moment’s hesitation, Dillon met his tongue with his, and Lee moaned.

When Dillon ran his hand up his arm and onto his shoulder, he pressed him closer. Damn, he’d believed he’d be able to control this. He splayed his hand over Dillon’s ass and rocked against him.

Dillon moaned into his mouth, and Lee broke the kiss to look down. Still not erect, but maybe there was a little more interest than there had been.

“Okay?” He searched Dillon’s face.

“Yeah.”

“You feel so fucking good.” He wanted to kiss his neck, wanted to suck and lick at the skin behind his ear, but he didn’t think he was allowed. “Can I kiss you elsewhere?”

Dillon narrowed his eyes.

“No teeth.” He showed his teeth again, though it was becoming harder not to let them drop. Dillon gave him a hesitant nod, and he kissed his shoulder. As Dillon closed his eyes again, Lee kissed a little higher on the shoulder, nearing the collarbone.

Dillon tensed, and Lee cooed. He wanted to kiss his throat, but not if it would send him into a panic. He sucked gently on the collarbone, teased the skin with his tongue, and Dillon threw his head back. Lee groaned; he wanted him exactly like that.

Moving his mouth a fraction, he noted goosebumps spreading on Dillon’s upper arms. Fuck. Leaning ever so slightly, he touched his lips to the hollow between the collarbone and the throat and almost yelped when Dillon buried a hand in his hair. He didn’t pull at him, and when Lee licked at the salty skin on his neck, Dillon shuddered and flexed his fingers in the strands.

“Dillon.” His voice had gone hoarse, and as he rocked against Dillon again, his cock brushed against a dick that wasn’t hard exactly, but it wasn’t limp either.

He sucked Dillon’s earlobe into his mouth, and Dillon jerked in his arms, pushing against Lee, the hold on his hair tightening. Lee held him in place with his hand on his ass and thrust against him at a slow pace.

Letting go of the ear, Lee pressed a careful kiss on the skin behind it, fully prepared to pull away at a moment’s notice. Instead, Dillon moaned and curled his leg tighter over Lee’s hip. Fuck, yeah.

He sucked a little at the skin, only to chuckle at Dillon’s curses.

“Asshole.”

“You’re so freaking hot like this, Dillon. I can do this all night.”

The noise he got in reply wasn’t a protest, so Lee placed another kiss on the skin of Dillon’s throat. His teeth ached with the need to drop, but he forced them not to. He’d never had to hide what he was since he never hooked up with humans. He had to say he had a newfound respect for those who did. How did you keep your teeth from dropping? And how did you avoid moving in a way you shouldn’t?

He reached between them and curled his hand around Dillon’s cock. It twitched in his hold, and Dillon moaned. Yes. Lee was growing dizzy with need.

Dillon hardened fast, and Lee gave him one final kiss on the mouth before he allowed his fangs to drop. He hid his face against Dillon’s throat to keep him from seeing him should he open his eyes.

As he took them both in his hand and rocked against Dillon, a moan tore from him. Jesus, he was ready to come from half a handjob.

Dillon buried his other hand in Lee’s hair too and undulated underneath him, uninhibited sensual movements that made Lee wish he’d seen what he was like before he’d been taken by vampires. There was no awkwardness now. Dillon’s body moved with his, the need building.

“Fuck, Lee. Squeeze harder.” Dillon thrust, his cock sliding against Lee’s, and he tightened his hold.

“So good. Such a nice cock.”

Lee moaned a reply. Was Dillon a talker? He wouldn’t have guessed. He tugged at Lee’s hair, the sting only heightening the desire. Lee growled and thrust a little faster.

“Yeah, rub on me. Feels good.”

Damn right, it did. He sucked on Dillon’s throat, careful not to let him feel any teeth.

“Yesss.” The hiss touched Lee deep inside. “Wish I could fuck you, Lee. Such a nice ass.”

O-Okay, it was not…Ah, fuck it, who cared? Sex talk was sex talk. Lee worked their lengths faster, precome slicked his hand, and Dillon rocked against him beautifully. Heat pooled, and tingles rushed from the soles of Lee’s feet up to his groin at the same time as a shiver traveled his spine. Shit, he was about to spill. Doing his best to stave it off, he let go of himself and jacked Dillon’s cock.

“No, I want you with me.”

“If I touch myself now, I’ll come.”

Dillon gave a throaty chuckle. “It’s sort of the point.”

“I want you to come.”

“Give it to me, baby, and I will.”

Baby. Damn, no one ever called him baby, he called other people baby. Before he could do anything, Dillon let go of the hold on his hair with one hand, wrapped his fingers around both of them, and rolled his hips. Lee hissed, forgetting for a moment he had to hide his teeth, but since Dillon wasn’t panicking, he guessed he hadn’t been looking.

“Fuck.” Lee leaned his forehead against Dillon’s collarbone.

“Not today.” Then he thrust into his hold, and stars went off behind Lee’s eyelids. He might have roared as his muscles tensed, and his hips moved of their own accord. The orgasm crashed into him with such force, he clung to Dillon wherever he could get a hold. He shook and shivered as spurt after spurt painted Dillon’s belly.

“Hell yeah.” Dillon tensed and new ropes of come mingled with Lee’s. With one last shuddering breath, Lee melted against Dillon, a little confused about how he’d ended up in Dillon’s embrace and not the other way around.

Their breaths slowed, and Lee knew he should get up before they got glued together, but he was strangely reluctant to look at Dillon. Dillon was rubbing his back, gently massaging him.

It should be the other way around.

When Dillon sucked in a shuddering breath, Lee stuffed away his confusion and looked up at him. Tears were trickling down over his temples.

“Oh, honey.” Lee pushed out of the embrace and gathered Dillon in his arms. “Shh, I’ve got you.”

“Fuck, sorry.” Dillon wiped his eyes. “I don’t know why, I’m—”

“I think a little breakdown is to be expected, don’t you?”

“Not really.”

Lee huffed. “Come on, let’s shower.” He tugged at Dillon’s hand.

* * * *

Dillon was staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, but Lee’s deep regular breaths next to him calmed him enough to not freak out about it.

He’d had sex with a vampire.

Voluntarily.

He was as messed up as Devin, dammit.

Lee grumbled in his sleep, and Dillon pulled him close and guided his head to his shoulder like Lee had done with him several times. It felt right. He’d never been in relationships with fixed roles in the before time. He’d topped as often as he’d bottomed, and he’d slept in his boyfriend’s arms as often as he’d held him in return.

He didn’t like the shell he’d become. He’d been strong and confident once. Competent. Secure in himself. He didn’t want his old life back, it wouldn’t fit him anymore, but he wanted more than he had now.

When Lee made another sound in his sleep, he rubbed his hand in a circle over his back, kissing his forehead and cooing softly. He could tell the moment Lee woke. A stillness fell over him. He wouldn’t say he tensed exactly, but the way he held himself changed.

“Dillon.”

“Yeah, go back to sleep.” He rubbed his back again, and Lee tilted his head back, most likely looking at him.

“You’re holding me.”

“I know, baby. You were restless. I’ve got you, go back to sleep.”

Lee huffed, his palm coming up to rest against Dillon’s chest, then he made another, almost confused sound, but relaxed against him again. Dillon smiled into the dark and closed his eyes.

The next time he opened them, it was light out, and Lee was watching him with a frown, still in Dillon’s arms. He rubbed a hand over his face and squeezed Lee’s shoulder. “Did you sleep?”

“Yes, and you did too.”

Dillon nodded. “Yeah, I slept some.”

“No dreams.”

He grimaced. There had been dreams, but he hadn’t woken up screaming, drenched in sweat. “Hungry?” Dillon looked at him.

“I’m confused.”

Okay. Dillon frowned. “About?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

Lee pursed his lips, a crease forming between his brows. “You held me through the night.”

Dillon didn’t reply.

“I’m the one holding people, not the other way around.”

Huffing, Dillon widened his eyes.

“You called me baby. People don’t call me baby. I call people baby.”

“Oh, come on. You’re like a million years old. I bet you’ve been held and called baby plenty.”

“No. I’m holding people.”

“What exactly are you trying to say? I’m not allowed to hold you?”

The way Lee’s mouth dropped open only to then close made Dillon frown.

“I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m confused.”

A hundred-year-old vampire was confused about Dillon holding him? “About what?” Dillon hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but what the fuck?

“I’m taking care of you.”

Dillon blinked; pretty sure he made a great imitation of an owl right then. “I think I’m going to need tea if I’m gonna be able to follow this reasoning.”

Lee growled but rolled off the bed, his motions a little too jerky for comfort.

They got dressed in silence, and Dillon didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on. As they exited the room, the usual anxiety washed over him, and he fought not to shrink on the spot. He did want tea, and if Lee was going to be weird, he’d rather deal with Devin’s softly spoken inquiries.

They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Murrie and Hanna were by the table, and Devin was whisking something at the counter.

“Morning.” Dillon grabbed a cup of tea. Ignoring the silence, he headed toward the patio door. He needed to get the plants out to continue the hardening off or whatever Devin had called it.

Once he’d carried all the trays out, he stayed on the patio, looking out over the wooded area behind the manor house.

When the door opened behind him, and Devin handed him the cup he’d placed on the windowsill to be able to carry the trays, he nodded a thanks.

“All well?”

“Yeah, Lee is being weird.”

Devin widened his eyes. “Weird how?”

“He was a bit restless in his sleep, and I was awake, so I gathered him in my arms. And when we woke now, he was all weird and said he’s the one taking care of me, not the other way around or some bullshit along those lines.”

Devin grimaced.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to be a burden.”

“It’s not a burden to hold someone. He’s been there with me when I wake up screaming, but I’m not a burden. If he can’t handle it, he doesn’t have to come back, he can keep his paws to himself. It’s his choice. If he doesn’t want to be here, then he doesn’t have to, but if I want to be there for him, then why shouldn’t I?”

“Good for you.”

“Good for me what?” Dillon didn’t mean to snap, but what the hell?

“That you don’t feel like a burden.”

Should he? Dillon frowned. “Do you feel like a burden?”

“Not a burden exactly, but Mars could’ve made things easier on himself and been with someone else.”

Dillon snorted. “He loves you.”

“Yeah, he’s too stupid for his own good.”

Chuckling, Dillon sipped his tea. “Yeah, stupid vampires.”

Devin grinned. “Did you see some of the beans sprouted?”

Dillon turned and looked at the trays. Some bent stalks were pushing up from the soil in a few of the cups. “Oh, awesome.”

“I know.” Devin’s grin was so broad, Dillon couldn’t help but smile in return.