Infuriating, page 22
“You’re such a little tease,” Jackson said. Day fist pumped in victory, but then Jackson was standing up and pulling Day to his feet. “Did you get your reading done today?”
Day groaned. His reading. His reading was molasses slow but with all the aids his neuropsychologist gave him, he was making progress. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jackson swept his thumbs over Day’s cheeks. “Did you take your pills?”
Day was on an antidepressant and a daily anti-anxiety medication. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you have your appointment with your therapist yesterday?”
Day rolled his eyes. Jackson knew Day had gone to his therapy appointment. They’d talked about it last night. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay, but I draw the line at boning in my mom’s house. Let’s go home.”
“Fine, but you better rock my fucking world,” he griped. “I’m already packed.”
Jackson snagged Day when he was almost to the door, spinning him around and backing him up against the door, his mouth brushing over his. “Have I ever not rocked your world?” he rumbled in a way that made Day’s knees weak.
“No, Daddy.”
“That’s what I thought. Stop pouting.”
Jackson picked up Day’s suitcase and opened the door for him. They said a quick goodbye to Mama Bev, and Day waited impatiently for Jackson to pop Day’s suitcase in the trunk. Once Jackson was in the driver’s seat, Day craned his head to lean into Jackson’s space, teasing his tongue along the shell of his ear, his hand sliding along Jackson’s broad chest. “Fuck, you look so hot today,” Day whispered, biting Jackson’s earlobe.
“I look hot every day,” Jackson countered, his big hand sliding between Day’s legs and palming his erect cock. “You’re already getting hard. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, baby.”
“Whose fault is that?” Day said, arching to grind himself against Jackson’s palm, his eyes rolling at the pressure. “You could have been buried inside me right now if you weren’t so fucking proper,” Day whined, rubbing himself against Jackson’s hand. “Fuck, I’m so fucking horny. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten off? Four months without so much as jerking off in the shower.”
Jackson gave Day an appraising look. “Put your seat back.”
Day looked at Jackson, startled. “What?”
Jackson gave Day a stern look, the one that liquified his insides and made him throb. “You want something improper? Put your seat back and let Daddy play with you.”
Day was too turned on to even care about the whimper that fell from his lips at Jackson’s words. He did what Jackson commanded before he let himself get too in his own head about it. Once he was reclined in his seat, Jackson didn’t even untie Day’s sweatpants, just plunged his hand inside and palmed his cock.
“No underwear? Dirty boy. You are horny.”
Jackson’s thumb teased along the thick vein at the bottom of Day’s cock before squeezing him in his fist. “Oh, fuck.” Day wailed, rocking himself up into Jackson’s tightened hand.
“Feel good, baby?” Jackson asked, voice like gravel.
Day’s eyes rolled at the sensation, not wanting it to stop. “So good. So good.”
Jackson’s thumb slid over the head of Day’s cock. “Already leaking for me. Such a good boy.”
“I want you so bad,” Day said, words just spilling from his lips. “I want you inside me. I miss the feeling of your cock splitting me in two.”
“Jesus, your mouth,” Jackson muttered, squeezing Day’s cock reflexively as the car swayed precariously.
“Jackson,” Day moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he worked himself in and out of Jackson’s fist, wondering if anybody could see what they were doing.
Day whined as Jackson’s hand disappeared. “If you don’t come ‘til Daddy gets you home, I’ll fuck you right here in the car. But only if you can hold off until we make it home in…” Jackson checked his phone. “Twenty-two minutes. Think you can keep from coming in Daddy’s hand for that long?”
Day gave a sad sound but nodded. Leave it to Jackson to use this as a lesson in patience. When Jackson’s hand returned, there was no more steady rhythm. Instead, Day writhed in his seat as Jackson played with him. His fingers jerked, teased and gently probed Day until he was an incoherent mumbling mess with his pants caught around his thighs and his hands rubbing his nipples under his shirt. “How much longer, Daddy? I don’t think I can do this.”
Jackson chuckled. “Five minutes, baby. You can hold on for five minutes. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
Day didn’t even bother to answer, just growled out his frustration. His balls were tight against his body, and every touch from Jackson sent shivers of electricity over him until he was sure a soft breeze would send him off like a rocket.
When Jackson’s hand stopped moving, Day began to fuck up into Jackson’s still tightened fist, needy little sounds spilling from his lips until he was sure he wasn’t going to make it. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” Day gasped, his orgasm slamming into him like a wave and sucking him under as his cum coated his stomach, his chest, even his lips and chin.
The car came to a stop and Jackson threw it into park, unbuckling his seatbelt, his tongue darting out to lick the cum off of Day’s chin before kissing him long and deep. Jackson’s hands shoved at Day’s sweats until he was naked from the waist down and then he was opening the glove box. “Put your foot on the dashboard,” Jackson growled.
Day had no idea what was happening, but he didn’t even care. “Yes, Daddy.”
Day yelped as Jackson’s finger, cool with lube, pressed against his hole.
He looked up at Jackson with amusement. “You keep lube in the car?”
Jackson didn’t smile back, just looked into Day’s eyes and sank his slick finger inside to the third knuckle, pulling a gasp from Day. “With you, baby, I keep lube literally everywhere. I know how you get.”
Day rocked himself on Jackson’s finger, gripping the back of his neck just for something to hold on to. “How do I get, Daddy?”
“Needy,” Jackson said, biting at the shell of Day’s ear. “Desperate for Daddy to stuff your tight little hole whenever and wherever you want it,” Jackson murmured. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
God, Day had missed this. Had missed feeling wanted. “Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy. I need it so bad.”
“Bad enough to ride Daddy right here in the car?” Jackson murmured, forcing a second finger in with the first and curving his fingers into Day’s prostate, driving a guttural moan from him.
“Oh, fucking fuck. Yes, Daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes,” Day chanted, long past caring about his spent cock or how oversensitive every nerve ending felt. He just wanted Jackson inside him.
The next couple of minutes were a comedy of errors and muttered apologies with seats moving too slow and Day’s ass in the passenger window and even Jackson’s zipper getting stuck and him ripping his jeans like the hulk, but as soon as Day straddled him and felt the thick head of Jackson’s cock sliding home, all laughter stopped. Day swallowed the lump in his throat as he sank down onto Jackson, his body readjusting to Jackson’s sensual invasion one inch at a time.
It hurt. Not like Day usually hurt those days, more a sharp sting, like his body fighting to remember. Day didn’t care if it hurt. Having Jackson back inside him was everything. Having Jackson grip his hips and look at him like he was beautiful and wanted and normal felt like everything Day had missed these past four months.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and warm. I missed this,” Jackson told him, almost like he could read Day’s mind. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
It was an odd comment seeing as how they were almost always together, but Day let it go, kissing Jackson as he started thrusting up into Day with purpose, each thrust driving the breath from Day as he panted against Jackson’s lips. Day didn’t get hard again, just clung to Jackson. Day didn’t care about getting off again. He just wanted Jackson’s touch, his scent, the feel of his breaths and the way he moved inside him, like Day was the most important thing in his world.
Day could feel Jackson was close, his thrusts erratic as he started to drive up into Day while dragging his body down to meet him, again and again, until he gave one last hard thrust. He pulled Day down, their mouths colliding as Jackson gave a hoarse shout as his cock throbbed inside Day, spilling his release.
Day collapsed on top of Jackson with a satisfied sound. “That was just what I needed.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
Day stayed where he was, Jackson’s softening cock still inside him. Jackson’s fingertips traced patterns on Day’s back while he hid his face in the crook of Jackson’s neck.
“What did you mean earlier?”
“What did I mean about what, baby?” Jackson asked groggily.
“You said you’ve missed me. We see each other all the time.”
Jackson gave a heavy sigh that shook Day to his core. It was a sigh that spoke volumes. “Yeah, I know, beautiful. But once a month, like clockwork, you start to pull away from me again, and then I have to start over with you, scale your new reinforced slightly higher walls.” Day didn’t pick his head up. He couldn’t. He didn’t want Jackson to see his tears. “I know why you do it, and I don’t even mind that I’m the only one you do it to, but when you get into those phases where you withdraw into yourself, it’s lonely out here. Especially when I’m all alone. These last couple of weeks have been the longest you’ve shut me out.”
Day did sit up when it became clear Jackson had said his piece. Day opened his mouth to deny the allegations, but, instead, his words just started spilling from his mouth and the tears started rolling down his cheeks unbidden, like Jackson had performed some spell. “I don’t mean to do it, Jackson. I swear, I don’t. I have these nightmares that I wake up one morning and I’m all alone and everything between us is gone and I’m just this disfigured freak, all alone in my hospital bed, and he’s won because he took you away from me.”
Day’s stomach dropped when he saw Jackson’s gaze soften, like he felt sorry for Day, but he couldn’t stop talking. It was like somebody had opened the floodgates, and it just kept pouring out of him.
“You call me beautiful, but I don’t even recognize my face. I know you all think I’m crazy, but I get scared that you’re all just humoring me and you’re only sticking around because you don’t want to leave your crippled boyfriend, and that scares me, not only because I don’t know how to live without you now, but because my friends and family were your friends and family first, and if I lose you…” Day sobbed. “If I lose you, I lose everybody.”
Jackson stared at Day in stunned silence for a full minute as Day’s insides shriveled. But then Jackson was cupping his face. “Jesus, Dayton. Why haven’t you said anything? Why are you so afraid to talk to me? I need you to hear me. Are you listening?” Day gave a hesitant nod, tears still falling. “Good. I’m never leaving you, Day. Ever. And not because I feel sorry for you. You’re not disfigured. I know you’re going through a lot because you look different, but different doesn’t mean bad. I call you beautiful, because you are beautiful, inside and out, but even if you weren’t…even if that fucking piece of shit had mangled your face, I wouldn’t fucking care. Your friends wouldn’t care. Our family wouldn’t care. You are more than your pretty face. Christ, Day. I love you. We all love you.”
“I don’t mean to be like this, I swear,” Day sobbed.
Jackson dropped his forehead to Day’s. “You can be crazy if that’s what you need. But please, don’t think I don’t love you. Please, stop shutting me out. If you’re feeling insecure and you need me to tell you all the things I love about you, then tell me and I will. I will tell you when you first wake up in the morning and I’ll tell you when you fall asleep at night if that’s what you need. I told you months ago, I’m all in.”
“You didn’t even know me then,” Day whispered, then sniffled.
“Yeah, I did. I’ve known you my whole life. I just hadn’t found you yet. My gut has never been wrong.”
Day’s heart stuttered off beat at Jackson’s words, but Day just gave him a watery smile. “You really are so corny and romantic.”
Jackson kissed Day’s lips. “You love it. Admit it.”
“I love you,” Day promised.
“That’s a start.”
Dayton sat in his office with his feet up on the desk, his headphones in his ears and his microphone in front of his mouth. He didn’t look at the screen, just listened to the English translation and repeated it in French as his computer transcribed it onto the document before him. He glanced at the clock on his desk. It was ten after seven and they should have been gone twenty minutes ago. Day smiled. Leave it to Jackson to make them late for their own company Christmas party.
When Day saw Jackson’s office door open, he ended his document and saved it so he could start again on Monday. Jackson shook the other man’s hand and headed towards Day’s office. He looked so handsome in his navy blue Hugo Boss suit with his crisp white shirt and black tie. “Hey, Daddy,” Day purred when Jackson reached the door.
Jackson grinned. “Hey, yourself, beautiful. You ready to go?”
Day stood, showing off his tailored black pants, white shirt, and gold brocade jacket, complete with black bow-tie. “I was ready an hour ago, when you told me to be here. So, I’ve been finishing up the Arsenault contract while I wait.”
Jackson grabbed him by the lapels and tugged him closer, kissing him until Day’s toes curled in his overpriced shoes. “Gold star for you. I promise it will reflect nicely in your annual review.”
“As your boyfriend or as your corporate interpreter?” Day murmured, smile smug.
“Both,” Jackson countered, slapping Day’s ass.
Eighteen months had passed since Jackson and Day had crossed paths, but Jackson couldn’t keep his hands off Day. He supposed the same could be said for him. Every day together was a new adventure. Some good, some bad. They had a lot of hurdles after Day’s attack. His panic, his body dysmorphia, his constant feelings of inadequacy. Mama Bev having a mini-stroke, Chloe’s school trying to put her in special education classes. Ruth having another baby, an eleven pound bruiser named Joshua. Day struggling to learn to read. Jackson and Day making it through a year of couples therapy and coming out the other side more in love than ever. Like most things in life, the good and the bad ebbed and flowed.
When Jackson had first floated the idea of Day working for Elite as a corporate interpreter, he’d been furious. It sounded like a made up job somebody gave their boyfriend so they didn’t feel like they were sponging off him. But it turned out corporate interpreters were not only a real thing, they were in demand and also something Jackson desperately needed in Miami where it was a melting pot of people who spoke Spanish, Haitian, Creole, and French, the languages Day just happened to speak. He was also becoming quite fluent in Japanese.
Once Day had figured out how to work around his dyslexia, it turned out that his slow reading didn’t actually slow down him or anybody else. Nobody really cared how Day got his job done, as long as he did it. He’d even started accepting some clients on the side, including Jackson’s gun-running friend, Angel, and his wife, Sylvia.
Jackson pulled the car up to the small boutique hotel off of Lincoln Road, tossing the keys to the valet before opening Day’s door and taking his arm. Day’s head was on a swivel, taking in the beveled mirrors everywhere and the sleek black, white, and turquoise color scheme. “This place is neat, very art deco.” Jackson pulled his phone from his pocket, and pressed a few buttons before returning it. Day leaned up against Jackson, voice flirty. “What do you say we skip the party that you already made us late for and get a hotel room, then I make sure you have the merriest of Merry Christmases?”
Jackson chuckled. “I already got us a room for tonight. The honeymoon suite. But we have to make an appearance at this party. We’re throwing it.”
Day stuck his tongue out at Jackson. “You’re no fun.”
Jackson tugged Day into a small dark alcove, kissing him deep, his hands gripping his ass as he whispered, “I’m a lot of fun. If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you out on the balcony and you can be as loud as you want. See if you can get us kicked out of yet another establishment.”
“I still maintain that if they don’t want people fucking in the middle of their club, they shouldn’t put a bunch of beds everywhere,” Day said haughtily.
“Pretty soon, we’re not going to be allowed in a single place in Miami,” Jackson laughed, leading them into the restaurant.
“Good thing Florida is a big state,” Day countered.
Jackson nodded to the hostess and pointed to the back to the closed double doors. Day frowned when two servers opened the doors, beckoning them inside. He only made it five feet inside when it happened.
“Happy Birthday!” the people inside roared in unison, blowing on horns and setting off party poppers.
Day stood there, shocked, not sure if he was making the appropriate facial expression or not. His eyes darted from person to person, relieved to see it was all people he knew. Charlie, Linc, and Wyatt. Angel and Sylvia, Shepherd and Elijah, Calder and Robby and their three kids, Daniel, Grace, and Faith. Jackson’s mother and his sisters and their husbands and kids. Connelly and Webster.
“Surprise,” Jackson whispered.
“I thought this was the company Christmas party,” Day muttered, plastering a smile on his face.
“Nope, that’s next week. At work. Come on. I didn’t invite strangers. It’s strictly inner circle. People who wanted to give you a proper birthday party for once in your life.”
Day looked around at the gold accents and the ornate tables with lavish flower arrangements and a throne sitting in the middle of a small stage front and center. “I’m not sitting in that.”
“You’ll sit wherever I tell you, and you’ll smile and be the sweet and gracious boy I know you can be or your birthday spankings will have a slightly heavier hand than last year. Got it?”
