Page 93 of Claim Me
James brings snacks, and Blue eats, sprawled out on his lounge chair, looking up at the sky where a few clouds drift by.
We sit like this for a while and finally, I gather enough courage to ask him if Marlow can come over next week, and Blue has no problem with that.
Since I can’t think of anything else to say, and Blue is sitting motionless, still staring at the sky, looking super lost in thought, I get up and leave the garden.
I go to my room to make a phone call. I dial Marlow’s number.
"Hey, bro."
"Oh, Gabe…" There’s a moment of awkward silence.
"Um, listen. We haven’t talked in a while, and I was thinking maybe I could invite you over here. Veyron mentioned you haven’t been doing great," I say, getting straight to the point.
A pause. "Oh, okay, so Veyron put you up to this," Marlow says bitterly.
"Don’t sulk. I was going to call you earlier anyway. He just mentioned you’ve been off, and I wanted to check in," I reply.
He huffs. "It’s not that bad. Veyron exaggerated. I’m fine… just getting through things day by day."
"???, ???????.[11] That’s bullshit, and you know it. Come by over the weekend, please. Blue's butler will let you in."
There’s a brief silence on the line, then he speaks in a subdued voice. "Alright. I was actually planning to bring you something our parents left behind, and I don’t want to throw it away."
"What?"
"They didn’t pack your little ‘hacker’ backpack," he says, clearing his throat.
"Oh, right. I didn’t think I’d need it, so I didn’t ask for it, but, well, it might come in handy. You never know how things are going to play out," I add vaguely.
"Just don’t get yourself into trouble. You already know how that ends."
"No, I mean yeah… I mean no… I won’t. Forget it, just bring my backpack!"
Marlow lets out a heavy sigh. "Okay. I’ll come by."
Then he hangs up.
Around six, a yoga instructor shows up.
Blue is obviously a fan of that kind of training, and the guy, a lean omega in his forties, runs a session with him for about an hour.
Asking myself why I even do this to myself, I sit there and watch, having a semi the whole time.
Blue changed into something fitted for yoga and very revealing, a thin top and tight floral pants.
His hair is tied up high, and his neck is exposed, but he still wears his glasses. As I watch him move into downward dog, I feel an uncomfortable warmth creeping low in my abdomen, even though I try to fight it, repeating to myself that it’s just pointless. It’s like licking a candy through the glass.
It’s also the first time I’ve really had a chance to study his body from behind, and for someone so slim and slight, his hips are surprisingly rounded, and his ass has a nice, pert shape to it.
There are moments when my gaze just sticks there, and that’s when the worst part begins.
Hot flashes of self-torturing visions start running through my head.
When Blue moves into cow pose, beautifully arched, his hips pushed back, the strap of his tank top slips slightly, and the fabric beneath his armpit shifts just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his pink, stiff nipple. I quickly look away, cursing under my breath, but the images that shouldn’t be there keep forcing their way into my head even harder. Flashes of my mouth trailing along his satin skin, leaving damp paths behind… swirling around his hard nubs, and then… sliding even lower between his white mounds, now pushed back so provocatively… would he like that?
Dammit, probablynot, and if he knew how I’m abusing this innocent yoga session, turning it into a self-serving erotic scene, he would send me right back to prison.
Why is my head constantly focused on Blue? Am I really a creep? But I never was before! Why this madness?
