Page 93 of Double Shot

Chapter 33

Dan Ewen is Still an Asshole

Brian

The knock took a few seconds to register in my brain. When it did, my finger went still and I lifted my head from Klaus’s chest to look back over my shoulder in the direction of the front door. My upper lip peeled back from my teeth in a silent snarl.

“Shit,” Klaus rasped beneath me. “Fuck.”

I looked down at him. His lips were pressed into a grim line, brows pinched, expression frustrated to the point of almost being tearful.

“Dan texted earlier asking if he could bring some paperwork and other things over.” Klaus gazed up at me plaintively. “I said it was fine. Fuuuck.”

My first instinct was to blurt out that we could just ignore the door, ignore Dan, and go back to what we were doing, but I didn’t let myself say it. Dan was Klaus’s landlord now. I could understand why Klaus didn’t want to seem flaky on his first day as Dan’s tenant and new neighbour.

I blew out a slow breath to try and calm myself down—it didn’t work—as I carefully removed my finger from the glorious perfection that was Klaus’s ass and sat back on my heels. He struggled upright onto his hands, looking flushed and dazed, his curls a mess from rubbing against the couch cushions. His eyes were glowing a bright white, like headlights winking on and off as he blinked hard to try and focus.

Another knock at the door. Klaus puffed out a breath and took the hand I offered to get to his feet, his legs looking a little shaky. He pulled down his T-shirt and righted his shorts, making a sweet little aggravated sound in his throat when he looked down at the glaringly obvious erection straining against the thin fabric.

At the bottom of the staircase, there was a bag Nat had brought down earlier filled with clothes he wasn’t sure Klaus would want to keep, claiming they looked old or too worn out or, as he’d bluntly put it, “just fucking ugly.” After shifting into his human skin, Klaus hurried over to it and snatched up a pair of flared jeans from the top of the pile, wriggling into them and tucking his erection under the waistband.

I glanced down at myself and realised I was in the same predicament. I shoved my hand into my pocket, grabbed my rock-hard erection and pinned it to my thigh so it wasn’t jutting obscenely and tenting my sweats. I was going to seem weird as fuck keeping my hand in my pocket for this entire interaction, no matter how long it lasted—because my cock was not going down anytime soon—but when didn’t I seem weird as fuck? Right now, I didn’t particularly care. I was too riled up, too desperate to get back to what we’d been doing.

Klaus tried to pat down his wild curls, then took a deep breath and reached for the door handle. He plastered a bright smile over his face as it opened, but I knew all his expressions well enough by now to spot the frustration tightening his features.

“Howdy, neighbour!” Dan was standing on the front porch with a big, cheerful grin on his face and a six-pack of beer in his hands. Beside him was Rafe, looking far less enthused to be here, but he gave Klaus an awkward smile.

Dan held up the beers. “We wanted to welcome you to—” He stopped when he noticed me standing in silence by the archway to the living room. My hand was still lodged firmly in my pocket, pinning my hard dick to my leg. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice. “Brian,” Dan said in surprise. “Hey.”

“Hi.” I cleared my throat and looked at Klaus.

He gave Dan a big smile, managing to look both supremely proud and still sexually frustrated. “Brian and I are dating.”

“That’s great.” Dan smiled back, looking over at me again. “I thought I recognised the car out front.”

“Yeah.”

A beat or two passed in silence before Klaus jolted a little and held the door open wider. “Lucifer, I’m so sorry for the rudeness. Please come in.”

As he and Dan stepped inside, Rafe finally spoke, his voice dry and amused. “Bet it feels weird being invited into what was just your own house, huh?”

Dan chuckled, slinging his free arm over Rafe’s neck. “Nah. I’ve felt way more at home in your place for months now, kitten. Oh, we also brought prosecco, just in case you don’t like beer.”

“Thank you so much,” Klaus said as Rafe held up the bottle in his hand with an awkward little flourish. “I like both.”

“Why don’t we crack open these while I give you all the extra stuff, huh?” Dan gestured with the beers again. “I’ve got the garage door key, the one for the utility box, some paperwork… Sorry, I meant to leave it all on the kitchen counter yesterday but completely forgot.”

“No problem,” Klaus said cheerfully. He had his hands clasped behind his back, and from my spot by the living room, I could see his knuckles bleaching from how hard he was gripping them together. He kept shifting from foot to foot, too, clearly still as worked up and frustrated as I was. “And a… a beer would be… great,” he added weakly.

He turned to lead everyone into the kitchen and our eyes met. We shared a brief, silent moment of mutual pain before Dan was suddenly right beside me, nudging me with his elbow.

“Nothing like celebrating the important milestones in life with a cold beer, eh, Bri?” Without giving me time to respond, he asked, “So how long have you two been dating?”

“A little while,” Klaus answered as we all headed into the kitchen. He glanced back at me with a soft smile.

“Since the meet and greet a while back?” Dan asked in surprise. “That long?”

“Oh, no.” Klaus shook his head. “Not that long.”