“I think you should rest. You’re in no condition to go anywhere.” Kane could see how pale Snooke had become just from standing. Maybe he should call Phoenyx. What if he had a concussion?
“I’m fine.” Snooke waved Kane off and headed toward the door.
Kane blocked him from leaving with his larger frame. “No, you are not fine.”
“Are you forcing me to stay?” Snooke asked as he waited for Kane to move. If Kane didn’t know any better, Snooke was running scared from him.
“I’d never force you to do anything. It would always be your choice.” Kane stepped aside, reluctantly letting Snooke go. His fingers itched to pull the slim man into his arms as he passed him on his way to the door, but he could see Snooke wasn’t being receptive at the moment.
“Thanks for pulling my ass out of whatever mess I was in,” Snooke said before opening the door and closing it behind him.
“Shit,” Kane cursed as he walked over to the couch and folded the blanket. He tossed it onto the back of the sofa before grabbing the washcloth and walking to the bathroom and tossing it into the hamper. What the hell was the guy’s problem?
Kane stood in the bathroom and stared at his reflection. Did he change from the barbeque to the apartment? Did Snooke all of the sudden find him unattractive?
He pulled the skin below his eyes to look at his copper-brown eyes. Nope, nothing new. Kane opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, wiggling it around. It looked the same as this morning.
He was still extremely tall. At six-eight, he would notice a growth spurt or shrinkage. He ran his hands over his biceps, seeing no change. They were still well developed. His mahogany-brown hair still sat at his shoulders, the auburn highlights noticeable in the florescent lighting of the bathroom.
Kane blew out a breath. “So why did he run?” he asked his reflection.
Kane ran his hands threw his hair as he stared at his mirror image.
“So what the hell is his problem? I’m interested. He’s interested. One plus one equals two sweaty men wrestling naked in bed. I don’t get it.”
Kane cut the lights in the bathroom as he walked out. He was more than ready to twist the sheets with Snooke. If only he could pin the man down, literally.
“They say it’s a sign that you’re going mad when you start talking to yourself.” Rainerio chuckled from the living room.
“They say you can get shot sneaking into someone’s apartment, too.” Kane dropped down on the couch and grabbed the blanket from the back, holding it close to his face so he could smell Snooke’s scent on it.
What the hell was wrong with him? Kane tossed the blanket aside, seeing Rainerio watching him. “What?”
“Either you use really good detergent or someone has your nose wide open,” he teased.
“Neither. What do you want besides feeling the need to harass me?” Kane was looking at Rainerio, but all he could see was Snooke. He envisioned Snooke on his knees in front of him taking the head of his cock in between those plump red lips. He shuddered at the image.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.” The warrior snapped his fingers, trying to gain Kane’s attention.
“I did, too. You were talking about detergent.” Kane crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Rainerio.
“I said that ten minutes ago. What did I just say to you?” Rainerio challenged.
Had the warrior been talking? Hell if Kane knew. He was too busy fantasizing about Snooke and those luscious lips of his. “Panahasi?”
Rainerio snorted and shook his head. “Not even close. So who has you sniffing behind them? Is it that skinny guy that hangs around Chris, Snooke?”
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here?” Kane kicked his feet up on the glass coffee table and began fingering the blanket. He wasn’t about to tell anyone how “wide open” Snooke really had him. Besides, he still had the job of pinning the guy down to have a decent conversation with him.
Oh god, the image of Kane pinning Snooke down took over. He could just imagine what it would be like to fuck that tight little ass of his. To have Snooke begging for Kane to…
“There you go again.” Rainerio snapped his fingers. “Demon realm to Kane. Hello?”
“What?” Kane blinked and looked over at the warrior again. “Will you stop interrupting me?” Geez, can’t a guy fantasize in peace these days? Why was Rainerio fucking with him?
“You got it bad.” Rainerio chuckled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The warrior pointed over at Kane’s crotch. “Hard-on, dude. You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking about the little white-headed demon. The proof is standing up and saluting.”