Simon was determined not to give him the reaction he was looking for, whatever that might actually be. "We?" he repeated, fairly pleased with how disinterested he managed to sound.
"Sparrow and I," Frost said, as if Simon had thought he'd meant him and Seth. "I wanted to make sure she was thoroughly satisfied before I let him have her. Can't be sure he'll get the job done, after all."
Simon struggled to resist rolling his eyes. "And Sparrow let you?" he asked. "I guess you didn't present it quite that way, then, did you?"
Frost's smirk made his skin crawl. "She made a few excuses, sure," he confirmed, and Simon quickly brushed away the thought of Sparrow trying--and failing--to deter his advances, "but I made it worth her while, believe me."
"Couldn't let her go without having her first, could you?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound quite as disgusted as he felt. "You had to make sure he knew you'd fucked her right before?"
Frost couldn't have been less apologetic about it if he'd tried. "Yes," he confirmed, and Simon eyed him warily as he advanced, a bit of swagger in his hips that Simon wasn't quite sure he trusted. "And he's going to know. I sent her in there so thoroughly fucked that he's not going to be able to forget me." There was a dangerous look in Frost's eyes as he drew near, steadily closing the distance between them, but Simon held both his ground and his nonchalance. It was disconcerting, he realized, to know that look was possessiveness. The man couldn't even be jealous properly, utterly willing to give his partner over to whoever she took an interest in and yet somehow still entirely convinced that his was the claim that mattered, even though it was his and his alone that had been forced upon her against her will. "When he fucks her tonight, he's going to know I was the one who got her that wet for him. And when he tries to kiss her--if he decides to get on his knees and bury his face between her legs--he's going to be tasting me."
Simon stared back at the other man, unwilling to let that disturbingly intense look unsettle him. "So... I'm gonna have to wait for you to get it back up, is what you're saying?"
Frost laughed, and Simon flinched as he reached up to touch his fingers to his jawline. Frost was looking at him with a hunger Simon hadn't seen turned in his direction for quite some time, not since those first few weeks of Simon's own captivity, and he was well aware that it wasn't about him at all; this was entirely about Sparrow, and every single ounce of that lust was borne of the disturbing little power game he was playing against Seth. It was just Simon's luck that he'd get caught in the middle.
"No, dear, that's not at all what I'm saying. I don't need to be hard for what we're going to do tonight."
That caught him off guard. Simon quickly schooled his surprised expression into something more skeptical, not at all prepared to believe this was actually going to go in a direction he actually wouldn't mind. "Don't you?"
Simon felt Frost tracing his jawline with his fingertips, and he had the distinct impression of being trapped in the cage of a hungry lion. "Not unless you've got your heart set on getting fucked tonight. If you do, I don't mind... but I was rather hoping you'd want to top."
Somehow, being offered what he wanted--or, more accurately, hearing that Frost wanted it, too--felt like a trap, and there was a small part of him that wondered if perhaps Frost was a bit more interested in Seth than he had let on. It would be just his luck if Sparrow had dropped him to fuck some lunatic, only for Frost to use him as the same man's stand-in. Wonderful.
"Couldn't persuade her new boyfriend to do it, I suppose?" He hoped he wasn't pushing his luck too far. It was always rather hard to tell with Frost.
To his relief, Frost merely seemed amused, and Simon watched uncertainly as he leaned in closer until they are almost near enough to kiss. "No," he admitted, "I couldn't. He's much harder to convince than the rest of you were. Of course, the rest of you didn't have Sparrow protecting you, did you? If she has her way, I'll never lay a hand on him."
Look Who's On Top [2/?]
"Sparrow and I," Frost said, as if Simon had thought he'd meant him and Seth. "I wanted to make sure she was thoroughly satisfied before I let him have her. Can't be sure he'll get the job done, after all."
Simon struggled to resist rolling his eyes. "And Sparrow let you?" he asked. "I guess you didn't present it quite that way, then, did you?"
Frost's smirk made his skin crawl. "She made a few excuses, sure," he confirmed, and Simon quickly brushed away the thought of Sparrow trying--and failing--to deter his advances, "but I made it worth her while, believe me."
"Couldn't let her go without having her first, could you?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound quite as disgusted as he felt. "You had to make sure he knew you'd fucked her right before?"
Frost couldn't have been less apologetic about it if he'd tried. "Yes," he confirmed, and Simon eyed him warily as he advanced, a bit of swagger in his hips that Simon wasn't quite sure he trusted. "And he's going to know. I sent her in there so thoroughly fucked that he's not going to be able to forget me." There was a dangerous look in Frost's eyes as he drew near, steadily closing the distance between them, but Simon held both his ground and his nonchalance. It was disconcerting, he realized, to know that look was possessiveness. The man couldn't even be jealous properly, utterly willing to give his partner over to whoever she took an interest in and yet somehow still entirely convinced that his was the claim that mattered, even though it was his and his alone that had been forced upon her against her will. "When he fucks her tonight, he's going to know I was the one who got her that wet for him. And when he tries to kiss her--if he decides to get on his knees and bury his face between her legs--he's going to be tasting me."
Simon stared back at the other man, unwilling to let that disturbingly intense look unsettle him. "So... I'm gonna have to wait for you to get it back up, is what you're saying?"
Frost laughed, and Simon flinched as he reached up to touch his fingers to his jawline. Frost was looking at him with a hunger Simon hadn't seen turned in his direction for quite some time, not since those first few weeks of Simon's own captivity, and he was well aware that it wasn't about him at all; this was entirely about Sparrow, and every single ounce of that lust was borne of the disturbing little power game he was playing against Seth. It was just Simon's luck that he'd get caught in the middle.
"No, dear, that's not at all what I'm saying. I don't need to be hard for what we're going to do tonight."
That caught him off guard. Simon quickly schooled his surprised expression into something more skeptical, not at all prepared to believe this was actually going to go in a direction he actually wouldn't mind. "Don't you?"
Simon felt Frost tracing his jawline with his fingertips, and he had the distinct impression of being trapped in the cage of a hungry lion. "Not unless you've got your heart set on getting fucked tonight. If you do, I don't mind... but I was rather hoping you'd want to top."
Somehow, being offered what he wanted--or, more accurately, hearing that Frost wanted it, too--felt like a trap, and there was a small part of him that wondered if perhaps Frost was a bit more interested in Seth than he had let on. It would be just his luck if Sparrow had dropped him to fuck some lunatic, only for Frost to use him as the same man's stand-in. Wonderful.
"Couldn't persuade her new boyfriend to do it, I suppose?" He hoped he wasn't pushing his luck too far. It was always rather hard to tell with Frost.
To his relief, Frost merely seemed amused, and Simon watched uncertainly as he leaned in closer until they are almost near enough to kiss. "No," he admitted, "I couldn't. He's much harder to convince than the rest of you were. Of course, the rest of you didn't have Sparrow protecting you, did you? If she has her way, I'll never lay a hand on him."
"Do you want to, though?"