Chapter 45 45: Every Kind Of Wrong
He had already told Baby that he didn't take half measures. He always finished what he started, and in this case, it wanst going to be any different.
There were two ways to finish the case, either get Baby to own his attraction, or have him look Saint in the eyes and tell Saint he feels nothing when he touches him.
He had a towel around his waist, stepping into the steaming bathroom. Many people had left, but he was sure his target hadn't left.
These days, Baby always made sure to wait for everyone to leave before he left the locker room. He didn't want a coincidence where he met with a certain someone.
But Saint had studied Baby like a book, quickly realising that he was hiding from him.
Two bathrooms were occupied and one had to have Baby in there.
It wanst hard to guess. His apple-scented, addictive soap's scent dominated the whole place.
Quietly, Saint walked into the bathroom right beside Baby's. No, he didn't want to shower, he was done with that a long time ago. He was just stalling, waiting for his prey.
Soon, he heard Baby's bathroom door open and slowly got closer to his own door, waiting for the right moment.
Outside, Baby stepped out of the bathroom and glanced around: no one.
Only the other bathroom at the far end of the room had someone inside it. He sighed in relief, once again, he wasn't going to give those steel-grey eyes.
He'd been lifting himself in a hotel for four days, trying to get that night out of his head, yet, the moment he closed his eyes, he felt Saint's hit lips pressing hot on his, Saint's large hands choking his neck in a way he didn't know could turn him on.
And, for those four days, he'd declined every invitation from every girl, feeling nauseous each time he saw their flirty texts. Everything suddenly felt wrong if it wasn't Saint.
He sighed, tired, and tightened his towel around his waist. He needed to hurry and get back to the hotel before Saint or Cam comes searching for him.
He had a therapy session with Saint that afternoon but he was going to skip it. He wasn't ready to be in the same space as Saint and neither was he ready to face Cam after being a dick to his best friend.
With a deep breath, he strode forward, hoping to get to his locker, dress up, and leave.
However, the moment he reached the door of the next bathroom, everything happened in a blur.
He heard a door open and the next thing he felt was a strong hand grabbing his arm and pulling him into the bathroom in a blur.
"Ugh," Baby grunted as his back slammed against the wall, a hand covered over his mouth to silence him, and his eyes widened in shock the moment he saw Saint's darkened face lowering toward him.
His heart hammered in his chest, the heat he thought he'd forgotten crawled up his skin, his neck and cheeks turning crimson red instantly.
He almost forgot how to breathe as he tried to adjust to the sudden, intense proximity.
"Hello, Baby," Saint whispered, stepping closer to Baby until he pressed their hips together.
He felt Baby gasp against his hand and smirked. He wasn't the only one going crazy with this heat between them.
"You look clean—" Saint deliberately whispered in Baby's ear, his warm breath fanning Baby's sensitive earlobe, "I wonder if you taste clean, too." He murmured and, without permission, darted his tongue out and licked a slow, wet trail from Baby's collarbone up to the back of his ear.
"Saint," Baby moaned against Saint's hand, his hand coming to hold Saint's wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth.
"That's my name, Baby— not what I am," Saint whispered and slowly licked a trail across Baby's bottom lip.
"Saint—" Baby gasped again, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he locked eyes with Saint's intense ones.
He couldn't.
He couldn't remain sane, not after that fucking lick along his neck and lip. It ignited every fire he thought he'd burnt out
"It's clear in your eyes, Baby," Saint murmured huskily, his fingers caressing across Baby's collarbone before he slid his hand down Baby's chest, his thumb pressing againt a hard nipples, "It's clear in your body—" he whispered, his hand trailing down Baby's abs until he paused at his waist, playing with the towel.
"You want me as much as I want you. Why did you run?" Saint questioned in a raspy voice.
He grabbed Baby's waist and pulled him off the wall, his eyes hardening, "Say something, Baby. You know your silence drives me insane. Why did you run? You clearly want – mmn—"
He was silenced by a feverish kiss.
Baby kissed Saint angrily. It was both want and frustration coming together to form an explosive hunger.
Saint groaned and deepened the kiss, gently tugging Baby's hair to tilt his head just how he wanted it. He sucked on Baby's lips, his tongue probing for entrance which was granted without delay.
Baby's tongue met Saint's in a wet battle of pleasure, sucking and licking feverishly.
"You shouldn't have run, Baby," Saint murmured huskily, their breaths mixing as his hand caressed Baby's back. "Now I feel like punishing you for keeping me waiting." he slid his hand down Baby's stomach, his finger slowly untying his towel.
"Stop," Baby suddenly caught Saint's wrist, shaking his head, "This is wrong." He whispered.
Saint clenched his jaw.
He reached up and turned on the shower, he didn't want anyone to hear their voices as they spoke inside the bathroom.
Baby gasped as the warm water poured down his head, wetting him once more.
He wiped the water off his face and glared at Saint.
'Don't soften for his cuteness!' He screamed at himself.
"What is wrong, Baby?" Saint asked, his tone firm.
Baby licked his lips, looking away from Saint, "You know it, Saint. This is wrong." He stated in a weak voice.
Saint scoffed, "THC wrong, family wrong, or morally wrong?" He asked slowly, tilting Baby's face up to look into his eyes.
Baby gulped, "All, Saint. Every kind of wrong." He answered.
"Saint? Are you in there? Thought we'd catch up after so long," Alex, Saint's former teammate asked right in front of the bathroom door.
Baby froze, his eyes widened as his pulse raced.
Have they been caught?
This was exactly why it was wrong, if they ever got caught, they'd be dead.
"I'm trying to get off here, man. Your voice is a turn-off," Saint replied in a tight tone.
"My bad, man. I'll just wait outside, then," Alex replied and immediately left the bathroom.
"Enough, Saint –"
"No, enough, Baby," Sant slammed Baby back against the wall, frowning, "Wrong? You're going to tell me exactly which one feels wrong and why," Saint gripped Baby's chin, forcing his face up.
"Saint, let go of –"
His mouth was invaded with the softest kiss he'd ever received. Saint's mouth was like velvet against his, moulding his lips in that perfect, warm pressure that had his knees buckling and his arms wrapping around Saint's back.
Saint inhaled shakily as he pulled away, his hand holding Baby up by the waist.
"Tell me, Baby, did that feel wrong?" He whispered, the shower flowing down their body and sleeking over their skin.
"Ye–"
"Truth, sweetheart," Saint murmured against Baby's ear.
A soft sound escaped Baby's lips, his fingers clawing into Saint's shoulders, "No." He answered breathlessly.
Saint smirked sexily, "Good. How about this?" He slowly stepped back and lowered his face to Baby's chest, his eyes looking up at Baby as he covered his mouth over Baby's nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
"Ahh—fuck, Saint—" Baby moaned, his hand flying to Saint's hair to bury his fingers in, pressing Saint's mouth harder against his chest.
Saint obliged, sucking the nipple harder into his mouth. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive bud and used his tongue to soothe the ache, slowly rolling and lapping his wet tongue over it.
"God— Saint— no, Saint, this feels fucking good— ohh, yes—" he cried, his cock jerking within his towel as Saint's tongue kept doing ungodly things to him.
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Baby walked into the therapist's office and the conversation between Ssint and Elena died down.
His eyes were lowered as he walked toward the sofa.
He lowered himself at the very edge of the sofa, not looking at Saint or Elena.
"Good morning, Baby. Thank you for joining us today," Elena said, crossing her legs in her chair.
Baby simply nodded, drumming his fingers on his knees.
Elena narrowed her eyes at the men in front of her.
One seemed to be trying to avoid something while the other was trying to pursue that thing by any means possible.
She confirmed her initial speculation, and truly, she could mark this as the end of their therapy after leaving them with a bit of advice. But she wouldn't, she still sensed a lot of tension from them, and if they were to be dismissed from therapy, they might end up destroying each other.
They still had a long way to go with their emotions.
Elena smiled at both boys, her pen poised elegantly between her fingers.
"Alright, boys. Welcome back to your therapy session, I believe you both did the assignment of being each other's best buddies?" She asked calmly, her eyes moving from Saint to Baby.