Carrick smiled gently. "I may take a nap myself. Sleep well, Russell. I'll see you tomorrow night. Goodbye."
It had been a while since sex with any Supernatural had satisfied him quite this much. He'd only known Russell Wallace a matter of days, but already he found himself thinking about the other man at odd moments of the day.
He thought about the old Greek concept of Eros, and how his countrymen had mistrusted it. Desire that conquered rational thought and became an obsession... it was wholly against everything he had been trained and raised to believe in and made his guiding principles over twenty centuries. So why did it feel so good?