For what seemed like the first time in an age, Josef was excited. It was primal, a sense of anticipation that began at the bottom of his gut and worked its way upward, until it sat in the base of his throat waiting impatiently for something to happen. He was on the brink of backing out, telling Mick that this was a mistake, that he was only looking for comfort, but he knew that he wouldn't. Josef Kostan never backed out of any situation. These moments had been what he wanted, what he'd been waiting for for almost ten years of his existence. There was no chance he was going to back down now.
It had been a bold move, walking away and not looking backward in the car park, but he was sure it would pay off. Any minute now, Mick would be knocking on the door, prepared. He flashed around the room, uselessly plumping cushions and readjusting pillows with a nervous twitch. A second waiting for Mick seemed like a lifetime; it always had. The thought that Mick himself might back out crossed Josef's mind, but he quickly pushed it aside. Mick was loyal; he didn't abandon anything half-finished. They were similar in that respect, and many others.
A brisk knock on the door would have pushed Josef's heart into his mouth, had he still possessed one, and he rushed to open it, picturing Mick on the other side restlessly waiting. He tried to keep his composure, but it was difficult, and when he saw the look on Mick's face, he lost it. Yanking him inside the room by his shirt, Josef pressed his lips to Mick's once more in an attempt to convey his desires with that one movement. The pair picked up from where they had left off in the car, fumbling to remove one another's clothes. They didn't make it to the bed, instead sinking to the floor in the middle of the room and enjoying one another's bodies there.
Josef had never felt such passion. He knew that vampires liked to experiment, the older they got, but in some ways, he had never expected to feel so comfortable doing it. The movement of Mick's hips beneath his body sent sparks across his vision, and he relished the sensation of Mick's hands as they wound their way tentatively across Josef's chest and down his back. He growled softly, sliding to remove what remained of their clothes, and Mick let him. It was everything Josef expected it to be, but more. He reached around to grab Mick's erection, and began to stroke it, fingers deftly encircling the shaft. As he drew closer to orgasm, Mick performed the same motion on Josef's penis, and they climaxed at the same time in a fit of feral moans and gasps. It had not taken long, but it was not a moment Josef was going to forget.
They lay together on the floor of their room for a while, revelling in the afterglow. Josef absently traced swirls across Mick's chest as he dozed, the sound of his heavy breathing somewhat comforting in the silence. He knew they would have to move eventually, but he didn't have the inclination to do so just yet. It was much easier to think clearly without Mick awake to distract him with his insightful notions and questions.
Tomorrow they would go to meet with Lance Duval; this was the first person Josef had thought to be responsible for the photographs. While most what not consider him simply because they thought it unlikely he would want to kill his own sister, Josef knew better. The real question was why. Why would anyone bother to put a price on the heads of Coraline, Josh and his beloved Sarah? They themselves had done nothing to harm anyone. Well, Coraline may have, but Josh and Sarah were innocents. If anyone knew something about anything, it was Lance. And only time would tell if he was willing to disclose whatever information the ancient vampire had.
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