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This was normal subconscious behavior for both of them, Sazahk reminded himself as he closed his eyes again and leveled his breathing.
There was no reason to be concerned or nervous about the fact that he’d woken sprawled across Garin’s body with his head tucked under Garin’s stubbly jaw.
They’d sat up, pressed against each other’s sides, watching the video of the party until it ended and a new one started with Garin’s sister, Beaty, dressed in a robe in the style of archaic academic institutions. Then Garin had stopped the video, and they’d settled in to sleep, Garin’s arm still wrapped around Sazahk’s shoulders to ward off the chill.
It was that chill that had driven Sazahk so far into the human’s arms. He was sure of it. He couldn’t feel it now from within the cozy confines of the sleeping bag, but some of it must have slipped in to have caused Sazahk to drape half his body on top of Garin’s.
Or Garin—enacting a completely normal subconscious behavior—had pulled him there. His arm wrapped around Sazahk’s waist and pressed against the small of Sazahk’s back, holding Sazahk comfortably in place on his chest.
Comfortable while they were sleeping, at least.
It wouldn’t be so comfortable in the light of day. Or rather, in the light of the lanterns, coupled with knowing it was daytime.
Extracting himself without waking Garin and having him see the full extent of their entanglement would be more difficult this time, though. Sazahk couldn’t simply let go and roll over.
And, of course, he didn’t want to.
Garin was warm and solid beneath him. His deep, even breaths lifted and lowered Sazahk’s head on his chest and his heart beat steadily in Sazahk’s ear.
Steady. Not strict.
Sazahk clutched the fabric of Garin’s shirt, turned his nose into the hollow of Garin’s throat, and inhaled his scent. Garin hummed in his sleep and his arm tightened around Sazahk’s waist.
And nurturing. Not controlling.
Sazahk had reflexively lumped Garin in with the other species-state-aligned authority figures he’d spent his life struggling with. He had never considered the possibility that a man like Garin existed: competent, caring, and controlled in equal measures.
Zyk and Ha’ral were close, but Zyk was chaotic and Ha’ral struggled with demons of the sort Garin couldn’t possibly know. Patrick Smith was closer still, but Patrick loved a fight. He was kind, but he had a bloodlust and an alpha energy that Garin didn’t.
Sazahk released Garin’s shirt and brushed his fingers along the side of Garin’s neck. Garin wasn’t like any of those men. He was like the mycelium winding its way through the poisoned soil of the Dead Zone, cleaning it, soothing it, enriching it. Making a place safe and clean and welcoming and bright.
How had Sazahk not seen it sooner?
He pressed closer and buried his face in Garin’s neck, suddenly overcome with affection.
Garin made a pleased sound and wrapped both arms around Sazahk’s waist. He hauled Sazahk the rest of the way onto his body and settled him between his thighs.
Sazahk gasped when their hips slotted together. Oh goddess, that delightful quirk of human male anatomy. Sazahk squirmed as the hot bar of Garin’s morning erection rubbed invitingly against Sazahk’s own hardening length.
“G—” Sazahk caught his breath as lust sparked in his lower belly. “Garin.”
Garin moaned and his hands closed around Sazahk’s hips, trapping them close as his own rolled up to meet them.
“Garin.” Sazahk braced himself on Garin’s chest, meaning to push away, but clutching him closer. Goddess, Garin felt good beneath him, and the sleepy thrust of his hips made Sazahk’s mouth slacken.
“Sazahk?” Garin’s brow creased as he murmured in a rough voice. “Are you—” His eyes fluttered open as his lips parted on a moan. “Oh.”
His hips stuttered up against Sazahk’s again and Sazahk couldn’t help rolling his own down to meet him. Their twin lengths rubbed against each other, and hot desire flowed down Sazahk’s spine.
“Oh god, Sazahk, stop, I—” Garin’s fingers dug into Sazahk’s hipbones and stilled his movements. His heart thundered against Sazahk’s chest, and his gorgeous green eyes gazed up at Sazahk wide and confused, but with pupils dilated in lust. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”
“You were asleep.” Sazahk shook his head and licked his dry lips. “You didn’t know what you were doing. I’m sorry. I should have tried harder to stop you.” Garin’s eyes followed the flick of Sazahk’s tongue, and Sazahk’s cock twitched in his pants. “You’re aroused.”
Garin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Does it feel natural?” Sazahk rested his hands flat on Garin’s chest and forced them not to wander. “As in, do you believe it to be caused by extended exposure, albeit in small doses, to the spores of the surrounding mycelium?”
Garin’s fingers spasmed on Sazahk’s hips and he laughed breathlessly. “I’m pretty sure it’s caused by having you on top of me.”
