Tonight, that suited Clark even more than usual.
* * * *
Daniel observed the exchange between Clark and Ellis. Ellis’s uncertainty was painful to watch, especially so close to Adam’s exuberance and balance with Tristan. He took another two steps back and calmed himself before walking back to the pair. “I guess it’s just us, then.”
“So ‘tis,” Tristan agreed and caught Daniel’s gaze. “Clark’s…good at finding ways to distract himself.” Tristan ran his hand lower to caress the side of Adam’s face, and Adam sighed, leaning to bare a pale throat.
“I just wish I knew what he was distracting himself from,” Daniel said with an exasperated sigh. He dropped into a crouch behind Adam to run his hands down Adam’s back and lightly drag his nails up the smooth skin.
Adam made a quiet sound and arched his spine into Daniel’s touch. “Feels nice, Sir,” he whispered, and Daniel smiled at him.