Bellamy gave him a look that nearly had him coming in his pants. “No one else mattered, Seamus. I don’t even remember their names.”
“Bullshit.” He wished that were true.
“With a mother who thinks she’s a bird and a father who has a penchant for marrying barely legal runway models, I was firmly in the relationships are for suckers camp. I fucked when I wanted. Who I wanted. And for the most part, as soon as I was done I moved on.”
What he was saying didn’t make sense. Bellamy was brilliant, charming, stunning and rich. People had to be crawling over each other for the chance to spend time with him. “You’ve never been in a relationship?”
“Not the kind you’re talking about. Once or twice I’ve made arrangements. If I was in town and had an urge, that kind of thing.”
It sounded so cold. He couldn’t imagine this passionate man being satisfied with something like that. Bellamy needed touch. Constant contact. When they were together in bed he couldn’t stop touching him, tangling their legs together and rubbing against him like a contented feline. Whenever he woke up in the night, it was always to Bellamy using him like his own personal security blanket.
He’d never dated anyone before?
“So this stalking someone and sleeping on their couch is new for you.”
Bellamy’s expression changed to fierce need and frustration again in the blink of an eye. “Yes. And I don’t like it, Finn. This house isn’t big enough for six and it needs too many repairs. Your bed is too small, this gym is a joke and you don’t have a pool, even though I know you love to swim.”
“I love to pay my bills more.”
He was working himself up. It shouldn’t be turning Seamus on, but it was. It was also making him angry. “That’s right, you can’t afford a pool. And what about bookshelves? You have mountains of books in this basement and under your bed. I even saw some in the kitchen pantry. But you don’t have your own shelves. The kids do, but you don’t.”
He was upset about his lack of bookshelves now? “I can make some if I need to. When I have time. Until then I have a system.”
“The system is flawed. You’re too proud, Seamus. Meanwhile I have to swallow mine, because I’m not allowed to pay for anything, even for myself, while I’m here as your guest. So I eat vegetables slathered in spaghetti sauce and strawberries, flavors that should never go together, and then I shower in the narrowest bathroom on the planet that happens to be covered in duck wallpaper, because you only have one full bathroom that everyone shares, and Wes used to love ducks.”
Seamus grit his teeth, feeling like he was riding a damn rollercoaster. “If it’s so uncomfortable, then leave, Bellamy. This is my life, not yours. So why don’t you just—”
Bellamy claimed his mouth and Seamus instantly grabbed the back of his head, holding him closer as their mouths ate at each other hungrily. This. Every day he counted down the minutes to this. He loved the way Bellamy kissed him. Like he needed Seamus in order to breathe. Like he’d die if he couldn’t have him. Everything else disappeared until all he could feel were his soft, bruising lips and biting teeth.
His pajama bottoms were pushed to his thighs so Bellamy could grip his erection and stroke it with rough, impatient hands. “I’m not leaving because this is mine,” he growled, dropping to his knees. “And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
“Jesus, Bell.” Seamus sifted his fingers through thick hair, his shoulders hunching and whole body shuddering when Bellamy deep throated his cock. They usually did this together in his bed. But down here in the cramped basement, with Bellamy on his knees, it felt wicked. Like a dirty secret. It brought Seamus too close to climax too fast. “Oh fuck, give me a minute.”
He tried to pull back but Bellamy sent him tumbling on the mat he’d placed on the floor. He smiled as he pinned Seamus to it with strong hands on his shoulders. “Make me.”
“What are you, five?” Seamus nudged him off, trying to sit up, but Bellamy flipped him over, holding one arm around his neck, his free hand gripping his erection again.
“Wrestling is a man’s sport, Seamus. My family has been doing it for centuries…you’ll never win.”
Wrestling. He remembered the video of Bellamy he’d saved to his computer. The one that never failed to turn him on. “Wait,” he moaned. “Can we… We need oil.”
Bellamy’s hips jerked against his. “Damn,” he growled. “You have a dirty mind, don’t you, gorgeous? Is that what you want? You want to wrestle with me? Do you want me to pin you right here on the mat and make you give in?”