"What do you mean by I should help you, Damien?" Fred asked, confusion threading through his voice as he turned to look at him and froze.
Damien was already standing behind him.
Fred startled so violently he nearly fainted, stumbling forward on instinct. His hands shot out to steady himself, but instead of air, his palms landed against something solid, warm, and unmistakably alive.
Damien's chest.
Well-crafted. Hard. Solid beneath his fingers.
Fred's breath hitched as his eyes lifted despite himself, locking onto Damien's face....sharp jaw, defined lips, eyes dark with something dangerous and burning.
Fuck.
"I...." Fred swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
I'm never going to have sex with you! he screamed inwardly. You literally said you're going to kill me. If I help you now, you'll definitely kill me!
His hands were still resting on Damien's chest. He didn't dare move.
And then....
That night came crashing down on him. The heat, desperation and that kiss.
