Chapter 8 Defenseless

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At the same time, just a few meters away, Net and James are searching for the protection that will secure them from the hottest danger.

Nat's heart pumps his blood through his body at a rate that makes him lose space and time.

They have entered their sleeping cabin and he can't handle his excitement.

James looks at him.

Otherwise he could always allow his eyes to enjoy.

James' eyes were rarely on him, so he settled into an expansive warmth that flowed through him as he looked at his face.

His stature.

His entirety.

Everything about him.

Eyes belonging to him were allowed to look and make his feelings clear to him.

Without being seen.

Net doesn't know how to be seen by James.

And his eyes directed at him make him feel completely defenseless.

And the fear of the next rejection makes him become so cautious.

His cool mind puts itself before his burning heart and makes him anticipate.

"I'll wait for you outside, then you can cream here in peace!", Net's voice breaks the emerging silence.

And he wants to get out of here.

Too dangerous.

He wants to avoid James' gaze.

"Wait!", James hand reaches for Net's wrist.

And only slowly can he turn back to him.

James's big, glittering eyes look deep.

They search his eyes.

But Net's fear places itself protectively in front of him.

"You don't have to leave the room!" his raspberry lips form.

And his grip on Net's wrist softens.

Tenderly, he strokes the back of his hand and pulls his hand back.

"Net!" he wants him to look at him.

Why does Net's heart have to go so crazy?

And James sees Net take a deep breath in and out.

He smiles.

Net looks so indescribably cute right now.

And so damn sexy.

He's kind of shy.

Not like he usually is.

James takes a liking to the shy cougar.

And wants to draw him out.

And so he starts to take off Net's shirt, which is still on his own skin.

Net's eyes, fixed on the floor, peripherally perceive James' hands undoing the small buttons of his shirt.

And his eyes know full well that he is powerless.

They will look.

That's for sure.

As firm as the muscles James' torso wears.

And his eyes look as tender as his white-soft skin covers those muscles.

James smiles as he watches Net caress him with his eyes.

He finds pleasure in finally surrendering to his gaze.

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