Rory rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes and tried to remember why he was on the bottom bunk. They’d been having sex, standing up, and Sebastian had told him not to come across the bed. His deep voice had sent Rory over the edge, and he’d done what Sebastian warned him not to. Sleeping in the damp bed was the consequence.

Rory lay back down and pulled the sheet over his stomach. The whole bed smelled of Sebastian, and he inwardly decided he’d cum on it more often.

“What?” Sebastian hissed. “Are you sure?”

Rory didn’t hear the other voice, but Sebastian’s harsh tone cleared the last remains of fog from his mind. He was angry, then shocked, then angry again.

“I don’t know,” Sebastian snapped. “I have no idea.”

Any endorphins vanished, and the heavy weight of guilt pressed on Rory’s chest. Something on the outside had gone wrong, and Rory suspected it was to do with the farm, or the barrels Sebastian was getting his friend to store.

“Well, think of a way.”

Sebastian sighed, then spoke over the side of the bed. “I’m sorry that woke you.”

“It’s okay … is something wrong?”

“Yes.”

Rory’s throat tightened. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Night, Sebastian.”

Rory didn’t get a reply.

Chapter Fifteen

Rory tapped his finger on the table, then lifted his head. “Ten days ago, he got a call and it didn’t sound good.”

Hamish nodded. “What did he say?”

“He was shocked, angry. It seemed like something had gone wrong, and he didn’t know how to fix it, and since then, he’s hardly said a word.”

“I intervened in the sale of the farm.”

“Yeah?” Rory whispered.

“There’s no chance him or his friend will get their hands on that land. Whatever he was planning on doing there, I’ve stopped him.”

“What about the barrels?”

“They were confiscated, contained all sorts of chemicals. A lot of potassium nitrate. Charcoal. Looks like they were going to experiment with other substances, too.”

“Why?”

Hamish shrugged. “Could be bombs again, but the point is, with your help, we’ve stopped him before he can go back to his old ways. Rory, you’ve done good.”

He didn’t feel good. For ten days Sebastian hadn’t touched him, and he’d barely spoken. There had been no Vaseline nights, or hours spent together in the gym, or intense chess games, Sebastian had reverted back to the cold version of himself that Rory had trouble looking at.

“Your dad would be so proud of you.”

Rory bit his lip. “You think so?”

Hamish nodded. “I know he would be. You’ve done amazing, and I need you to stay in here a little longer, see what he does when he’s under pressure. Can you do that, Rory?”