CAUTION: M/M interaction ahead.
“You know,” Jamie said, slamming the door behind him as he stalked into the bedroom a few minutes later. “Ultimatums are dirty and underhanded, and I don’t appreciate it.”
“Yeah, well I don’t appreciate being lied to. You have a minute and a half to be naked or I’m gone Jamie.”
He ran at me, tackling me onto the bed and kissing me so hard his fangs nicked my lips. His hands tore at my clothes while I ripped his off, too.
“Seven seconds to spare,” I said with a grin. “I knew you’d come.”
“You’re an asshole,” Jamie said with a smile that was obviously forced. “You know I have to go back to work tonight, right? I don’t want to fight again when I have to leave.”
“And I’m the asshole,” I growled. I wrapped my arms around his waist and flipped us so I was on top of him. “Yeah, I know.”
I sighed into his mouth as his lips parted for my tongue. I knew it had been wrong to blackmail him into paying attention to me, but he hadn’t given me many options lately. If it ended with me getting my way, I wasn’t above petty tricks. Lord knew Jamie acted the spoiled brat often enough. Maybe, he needed a taste of his own medicine.
“Would you really have left?” Jamie asked suddenly. “If I’d ignored your message would have left me?”
“Maybe,” I said. “I don’t know. Probably not.” Even to me it sounded pretty lame.
“Gee thanks,” Jamie said, shoving me off of him.
We turned on our sides to face each other, staring into each other’s eyes as if we could read the other’s thoughts. But things had been so tense between us lately that neither of us would let our expressions give up any information.
Finally, knowing that he was going to be a stubborn jerk and make me talk first, I just gave in.
“You have to know how mad I am at you, Jamie.”
“I know,” he said softly. “But you have to understand that I’m under a lot of pressure. I’ve never ruled anything, and I don’t want to fuck it up. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to start a vampire war that ends up getting us killed.”
“Don’t you think you’re being just a tad dramatic?”
“Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. So many things can go wrong when powers switch, Ethan. Not everyone is happy about Graham being killed and me taking his place. They don’t really care that their old king murdered my parents and by vampire law the city had to be offered to me. All they’re focusing on is that Queen Stephanie handed over the throne to an outsider. I think that some of the advisors are making decisions behind my back or completely ignoring things I ask them to do. Everyone walks around like they know some big secret, and no one tells me anything. I know they don’t respect me, and they don’t seem to fear me either. It’s been a fucking nightmare.”
I ran my finger down his cheekbone and across his jaw. He let me kiss him softly but pulled away when I tried to hug him.
“Jamie, I wish you would have told me all of this was going on,” I said after a minute. “If I’d known how bad it is maybe I wouldn’t have been such a dick to you.”
He smiled and entwined his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand lightly.
“And what would I do if Ethan Conner wasn’t a dick to me? I’m well adjusted to your attitude, sir. Dealing with it in Chicago isn’t any different from dealing with it in Royal Oak. Except here, you don’t take off to the bar after we fight.”
“No, I take off to the fucking library like some emo goth poser asshole, thank you very much. And I have to say, I don’t like it.”
“So go out,” he said, finally moving into my arms. “Go make friends and have fun. We’re going to be here forever, Ethan. You can’t keep fighting it. If you want to stay with me it has to be here. This is our home now.”
I kissed the top of his head and fought not to sigh. I didn’t want Chicago to be our home. We had a home, and it was lovely. Our families were there, our friends, our pasts and I had thought our future. I knew he was right, and no matter how hard I railed against it nothing would change the fact that Jamie McHale was the Vampire King of Chicago.
“Are you still going to fuck me before you leave again?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood a little since we had dropped it back down to despair. Though if I had to choose between that and anger, I guess despair wasn’t really so bad. What was bad was that those seemed to be my only options.
“Baby,” he said, climbing over me and flashing a genuine smile for a change. “I will do whatever you want me to do.”
“Careful,” I said against his lips as I kissed him. “I’m awfully selfish. If you go making statements like that, I could seriously ruin your evening.”
“Say it,” he said, pulling back to stare into my eyes. “Anything you want tonight and it’s yours.”
“Stay with me,” I said softly. It was barely audible, but he heard it. He nodded as if he knew that was the only thing I needed from him tonight.
The momentary twinge of guilt I felt at asking him to abandon his post for the evening disappeared with his agreement to do it. I could feel bad about it later.
He forced his tongue between my lips and teeth, tasting every inch of the inside of my mouth he could reach with the warm, wet muscle. My cock grew harder at the feel of him pressing against me, and I feared I might come before we got anywhere. After all this time, he still had that effect on me, and I still loved it.