Chapter 20
He was sent home at lunchtime.
Yannis was…Yannis. He ignored Stefan, acted like nothing had happened, and was playing his double bass in the living room when Daz called for the taxi.
Daz, on the other hand, was affectionate. He kissed, he cuddled, he stroked Stefan’s hair.
And it felt…
Odd.
In the aftermath of spacing, Stefan had needed nothing more than for his master to touch him. To be held. But in the aftermath of lunch, with his cuff nice and tight around his thigh and a contentment humming in his blood only a truly good, deep f**k could leave behind…
It felt suddenly unsettling. He found himself sidestepping it a little, unsure of what to do when a cuddle wasn’t accompanied by promises of s*x, unsure of the point when kisses were gentle and affectionate instead of b
