Page 95 of Hummingbird and Kraken

Right now, he was very happy where he was. And Declan, who was tapping around on the small, bright screen of his phone, seemed to be happy, too.

Since this morning, Geir had been subjected to pictures of angry babies, many inexplicable images with large, white letters on them, and cat videos. The cat videos he understood, at least.

Declan had also called Rohahen, and Geir discovered what a matchmaker he had on his hands. He wished he had understood that much, much sooner.

Now they were going shopping. This kind of shopping, he decided, was much, much better than anything they could do in the city. Because Declan was on his lap, his clean skin sweet with arousal, and Geir didn’t have to let him go.

“If I buy a crappy computer because you can’t keep your hands out of my pants, it’s going to be all your fault,” Declan huffed.

“My hands aren’t in your pants.” He slid the tip of one tentacle in instead, knowing it would make Declan laugh.

And he did, joyously and freely. “That’s cheating, Daddy.”

He wriggled the tentacle in further, glad that his limbs were so flexible. Declan’s shorts were so tight that his hand would never have fit.

And was that…? “You didn’t tell me you were wearing lace,” he exhaled. He didn’t think he could be any more turned on, but Declan was always surprising him. Sometimes he didn’t know who was teasing who.

“Shhhhh…” Declan scolded. “I’m trying to buy a computer.”

Geir opened the button then carefully lowered the zipper, making sure to lift the fabric so that it didn’t catch. Blue lace peeked out, with Declan’s cock smooth and pink beneath it. He covered the leaking tip with the end of one tentacle, absorbing the bitter taste through his skin.

Declan moaned. God, he was breathtaking.

“Go ahead and order your computer.” He stroked gently, enjoying the contrast between heated skin and the rough designs covering it. Declan shuddered in his arms.

When his own phone rang, he decided to ignore it.

But Declan, though panting and writhing, wanted to see who it was.

He never should have charged the stupid thing anyway.

“Who’s Vig-dis?”

“Vigdis,” he corrected, his voice dropping on the V, swallowing the EE sound of the first vowel, and making the second syllable short. “She’s my sister.”

“Oh my God! I want to meet her.” Declan connected the call and Geir dropped his head back on the couch. This being-friends-with-everybody thing was going to take some getting used to.

“God dagonly, Geir,” she greeted him.

“God dagonly,” he replied automatically.

Declan looked at him quizzically. “She’s saying good day. You can talk to her in English.”

That was apparently all the invitation that Declan needed. Geir wouldn’t even need to introduce them. “Hi, Vigdis!” He got her name close enough. “I’m so excited to meet you. I’m Declan and I need you to tell me all of the embarrassing stories about Geir when he was growing up.”

Geir grabbed the phone, but since it was on speaker, it didn’t matter. Vigdis’s laughter rang through the tinny speakers.

“If you’re older, that is. Are you older? He never told me. Did you guys even grow up together? You guys could be, like, hundreds of years apart, right? And he says you’re his financial manager. Is that your full-time job, or is it like a side thing? Where do you live, anyway? Has it been thirty years yet since you saw Geir? Do you want to come visit?”

Vigdis seemed to be laughing so hard that she couldn’t breathe.

She finally drew in a few breaths, punctuated by more laughter. “Anytime you want me to visit, I’m there.”

Declan turned his head. “How come her speech is more modern than yours?”

Geir shrugged.

“It’s because I go out in the world,” Vigdis answered for him. “Maybe you can get Geir to go out and live a little, too.”