“Though I did love sucking your cock,” Sammy said wistfully.
Dominic sighed. “Do you even have a brain-to-mouth filter?”
Sammy grinned. “A brain-to-mouth filter? What is that?”
Nothing you need, Dominic thought, looking at the boy’s smiling face. Maybe that was why he liked Sammy so much. He was something fresh and genuine in a world that was anything but.
Chapter 10
Sam was getting frustrated. The day had been fruitless so far. They had spent it walking around, alternating between the bar, the main pool, the smaller pool, the spa, and the restaurants. They’d glimpsed Brylsko a few times, but he was either mingling with other passengers or groping his sugar baby. He hadn’t taken his shirt off even when he hung out by the pool.
“What now?” Sam muttered, feeling defeated as they headed back to their cabin. He was half-afraid that Dominic would change his mind and take him up on his offer to lend him out to Brylsko.
Dominic squeezed his shoulder. “Patience,” he said quietly. “We have time.”
Yawning, Sam leaned into him. He’d always found walking with someone’s arm around him awkward and uncomfortable, but somehow, it wasn’t awkward with Dominic. At this point, having Dominic’s arm around him felt so natural that it felt off whenever Dominic removed it.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Sam smiled crookedly. “It was probably stupid of me to expect this to be quick. Everything happens so fast in spy movies.” He gave a chuckle at Dominic’s look. “I know, I know! You told me to forget all the stuff I’ve seen in spy movies.”
“To be fair, movies do get some things right. But they can’t show how much time we spend doing nothing while we wait for the mark to make a mistake.”
Sam worried his lip. “But what if he doesn’t?”
“He will. No matter how paranoid he is, he’ll let his guard slip at some point.”
Sam shrugged. He didn’t share Dominic’s confidence, but… “I’ll trust your judgment on this. You’re the special agent, and I’m the rookie here.”
When Dominic shot him a sharp look, Sam wondered if he was still being obvious. He’d been trying to rein his feelings in all day. He didn’t want Dominic’s pity. He didn’t want him to think that his… thing for Dominic was more serious than a crush. Because it wasn’t. It wasn’t, dammit.
Sam was almost relieved that they had reached the cabin and Dominic couldn’t question him anymore. His relief, however, was short-lived when he saw the bed. Muttering something about his full bladder, Sam rushed to the bathroom and closed the door.
Leaning back against it, Sam stared at his face in the mirror. He looked flushed and bright-eyed. Almost feverish. Just from Dominic’s proximity.
Fuck.
Tearing his gaze away, Sam relieved himself and brushed his teeth, but he didn’t really have any reason to linger. They had showered after their dip in the pool. There was nothing stopping them from rolling into the bed and shagging—something that would be expected if they were being watched.
Sam was still stressing about it as he got into the bed and waited for Dominic to emerge from the bathroom.
He didn’t know what to do.
What he did know was that he didn’t want to sleep with someone who didn’t actually want him. No matter how much the mere thought of sex with Dominic made his skin go hot, the fact that it would be nothing but a chore for Dominic killed all his arousal.
He couldn’t do it. It would be embarrassing and awkward for both of them. He didn’t care that Dominic—Agent 11—did this often enough in his line of work. It was one thing to offer to suck Dominic’s cock—a mouth was a mouth, after all, and they had needed to do something sexual in order not to blow their covers—but forcing Dominic to actually fuck someone he didn’t want turned Sam’s stomach. Yes, it was their job, and they had to do what they must, but there were lines he’d rather not cross.
“What’s with that face?” Dominic said, slipping between the sheets and pulling Sam closer. He was big and warm, and smelled as amazing as ever. Sam wanted to rub his face all over him—wanted to rub himself against him.
God, he hated his life.
Putting his head on Dominic’s bare shoulder, Sam wet his lips. “I have a confession to make,” he said, drumming his fingers on Dominic’s chest.
“Hmm?” Dominic said, covering Sam’s slimmer fingers with his larger ones.
“I’m not actually as experienced as I claimed when I filled out the questionnaire for the auction.” Feigning embarrassment, Sam played with Dominic’s fingers. “I’ve never actually had sex. I mean, just blowjobs and handjobs, you know?”
He could feel Dominic’s surprise. Of course he was surprised: Sam was going off the script.
“Really?” Dominic murmured.
“Yeah. I know it’s probably silly, but it’s always seemed like a big deal to me. A show of trust, you know?” Sam met Dominic’s eyes and could see understanding and a hint of relief in them.