Justin didn’t want to get out of the bed. His gown would tent, revealing his current state of arousal. As if aware of his predicament, Demetri turned his back and gazed up at the mini television mounted to the wall.
Slipping out of bed, Justin winced when he felt the cool air wash over his naked backside. The hospital was under strict instructions that, any time Justin was brought in, multiple tests were to be run on him, ensuring that Justin wasn’t getting sicker.
And I slept right through those tests thank goodness.
He darted toward the closet and grabbed the bag his clothes had been stuffed into. Justin kept the bed between him and Demetri to hide his erection as he overturned the plastic bag. He snatched his jeans and struggled to get them on. It wasn’t easy when one of his hands was covered with plaster. Justin slipped them over his thin frame and then grabbed his shirt, shrugging it on.
Although he knew Demetri had no interest in him sexually, Justin didn’t want the guy to see his naked and thin body.
Give up your dream, buddy boy. Demetri will never bat an eye at you. But a guy could fantasize. Justin found it harder to get his shoes on. He hopped from one side of his bed to other as he struggled to get the right one on.
Demetri made a noise in the back of his throat before he moved around the bed and lifted Justin by his waist, setting him on the thin mattress. Justin blinked a few times when Demetri knelt on one knee and put Justin’s shoes on, lacing them. Justin had never seen the man on his knees. It was shocking for such a strong and dominant man to lower himself to such a menial task.
“T–thanks,” Justin said. His sides still burned where Demetri had touched him. The guy’s face was so close to Justin’s crouch that Justin felt dizzy. All the guy had to do was look straight ahead and his nose would be right there. Justin started getting harder and felt the heat branding his cheeks and ears. His bit his lower lip and tried to think of something that would help his erection die.
Nothing came to mind. Not with Caleb’s father so close. All Justin could think about was Demetri pressing him onto the bed and fucking him. He groaned and rubbed his temple. Demetri would pulverize Justin if the guy knew what he felt or thought about the man.
Demetri stood and held his hand out, and Justin noticed some strange emotion in the man’s amber eyes. “Let’s get you home.”
Home. Not to the Frost Manor or to his house, but home. Why did Justin feel warm and safe at the single word? He placed his hand in Demetri’s and felt as if an electrical storm zapped through him. Demetri stood there as if he hadn’t felt a thing. The man’s larger hand wrapped around Justin’s frailer one before the guy walked him to the door. Wulf was coming down the hallway as they neared the exit.
Justin could see past the bodyguard to the sliding glass doors that led outside. It was dark out. How long had he been out of it? He wasn’t sure, but he sighed heavily when Demetri released Justin’s hand to take care of the paperwork.
He was never going to wash that hand again.
“The car is ready, King Frost,” Wulf said.
No matter how many times Justin heard the title it always puzzled him that Demetri was some kind of royalty. He’d asked Caleb about it once, but his best friend had said that his father never talked about his family, so he had no idea why Wulf and Aberdeen referred to his father as king.
Caleb was referred to as Master Caleb by Aberdeen and Wulf. Weird, but Justin had grown used to the titles over the years. He didn’t even bat an eye when they were used. Well, once in a while he was still curious, like now.
He glanced around the waiting area to see few people milling around. The clock on the back wall said it was a little past midnight. It had to be the following night because Caleb and Justin had been at the asylum going on eleven.
Once again a strange look passed between Demetri and Wulf before Demetri steered Justin out the front doors. They spilled out onto Canton Street, one of the busiest streets in Dark Haven. Justin frowned. If they’d gone out the side door, they’d be in the parking lot.
“Why did we go this way?” Justin asked as Demetri pulled him closer when a group of drunken men passed them.
“It is a nice night for a walk,” Demetri answered.
Strange, hadn’t Demetri said that Justin needed to heal? “But—” Justin curled his lips in when he thought about going back to Frost Manor and being cooped up in a room. Besides, he liked being so close to Demetri, even if the guy tested his control.
Wulf was a few steps behind them, silent as ever. The feeling that he was being watched came over Justin once more. He glanced around, but all he could see were cars passing by and a few drunkards making their way wherever. The drunks appeared harmless.
Justin had spent plenty of time on the streets growing up. His foster parents had been in it for the money and hadn’t cared where Justin went just as long as he stayed out of their hair. He knew Dark Haven like the back of his hand, so when Demetri turned the corner onto Harbor Avenue, Justin frowned.