Infuriating, page 5
Day stopped, leveling a serious look at Jackson. “Your safe word is unicorn, too? Weird.”
This time, Jackson laughed outright, earning a scowl from Day. Jackson kissed his nose to placate him. “I don’t have a safe word. I’ve never needed one. Nobody ever thought they could Dom me. I’m the Daddy. You’re the brat.”
Day rubbed his nose against Jackson’s. “Fine with me, Daddy.”
Jackson couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He crashed their lips together, and Day opened up for him beautifully, tongue teasing over Jackson’s as his fingernails played at the base of his skull. Jackson carried Day to the bed and sat with the boy in his lap. Day started writhing against him almost immediately, the flushed head of his hard cock peeking out from those barely there red silk panties.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Day whispered. “God, I can already feel how hard you are.”
Jackson swiped his thumb over the tip of Day’s cock, gathering the fluid there and presenting it to Day. He stuck his tongue out, capturing Jackson’s finger and sucking it into his mouth. Jackson pulled free, swiping his finger across Day’s lower lip. “I’ve got something much better for you to do with that pornographic mouth of yours.”
Day was nodding before the words were even out. “Anything, Daddy.”
Jackson leaned back with his hands on the bed and looked down at his cock tenting his shorts. Day slipped from Jackson’s lap, going to his knees before him, his hands reaching for the waistband. Jackson raised his hips and let Day work his shorts down, his cock springing free and slapping against the taut muscles of his belly. Day’s nostrils flared at the sight of Jackson’s erection, like it was a gift.
Day’s nails dragged along Jackson’s thighs before he looked up at him from beneath a dark fringe of lashes. “Can I, Daddy?”
Jackson didn’t answer right away despite his compulsion to want to force Day to swallow him down. He just let him sit there on his knees, gazing up at him, plump lip in a slight pout, like there was a chance Jackson might say no. “Say, please.”
“Please,” Day whispered, his fingers spasming against Jackson’s thighs.
Jackson buried his fingers in Day’s hair, bringing his face closer before stopping. “Please, what?”
“Please, can I suck you off, Daddy?” Day begged without hesitation.
“Sure, baby. Since you asked so nicely.”
At this point, Jackson usually just closed his eyes and focused on the sensation, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Day as he rose up on his knees, pushing Jackson back just enough to get some room. Jackson leaned back on his forearms, watching his cock disappear into the hot, wet suction of Day’s full, glossy lips. Jackson growled low as Day bobbed his head twice before taking Jackson to the back of his throat and swallowing, his breath rustling the hair at the base of his cock. Christ.
Jackson expected Day to pull off but he just stayed there, his tongue teasing across the thick vein along his shaft until Jackson couldn’t help but grip Day’s head and flex his hips, fucking into Day’s throat with tiny aborted thrusts that sent bursts of pleasure through his entire body. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Suck me. You look so good like this. So fucking pretty.”
Day tapped Jackson’s thigh, and he let him free. Day sat panting, tears and mascara running down his face as he ran his tongue up one side of Jackson’s cock and down the other before pumping his cock and sucking on just the tip.
“Fuck, your tongue should come with a warning label.”
Day gave him a smile, running his tongue along the base of Jackson’s cock again as if to prove his point.
“You keep looking at me that way and I might forget that you’re saving yourself.”
Day’s smile wavered, his pupils blowing wide, like the idea of Jackson fucking him was more than he could handle. If Day only knew how much he was testing Jackson’s control. If he did, he’d be a lot more concerned for his precious virginity auction, because Jackson couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to throw Day on the bed and work him open, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, before fucking him nice and slow and deep, watching his face as he took every inch of him.
“My turn,” Jackson snarled. “On the bed.” Day rose in one graceful motion and sat on the bed. Jackson stood, dragging him to the edge of the bed by the ankle and flipping him over roughly until he was on his belly. Day looked back at Jackson just as he dragged Day’s hips upward. Jackson didn’t take Day’s panties off, just pulled the string from between his cheeks to pet over his entrance. “Red is definitely your color.
Jackson leaned down, sinking his teeth into Day’s ass cheek hard enough to get a startled cry out of him. When he didn’t utter his safeword, Jackson bit him on the other cheek as well, liking the way his bite marks looked on Day’s pale skin.
Day whimpered when Jackson splayed him open, teasing over Day’s hole with the flat of his tongue. “You like that, baby?” Jackson asked, burying his face before Day could formulate an answer.
Jackson couldn’t get enough of the taste of Day or the way he whined and moaned as Jackson licked and sucked at his entrance, pushing himself back on Jackson’s tongue, begging him for more. “Please, Daddy. I need more. Please. I’m so hard. Can I touch myself? Please? Please?”
“No,” Jackson said, giving Day one last lick before he went for the lube that Day had conveniently left on the side table. Jackson brought the whole bottle with him. “On your back.”
Day rolled onto his back, bending his legs at the knees, watching Jackson with a look that was slightly more timid than when they’d started, noting the way Day’s legs were already shaking. Jackson shed the rest of his clothing and climbed on the bed, above Day’s head, facing his feet. Day lay there, like the perfect boy, just waiting for Jackson’s orders, watching him with wide eyes. He looked so innocent like this, almost nervous. It made Jackson want to turn off the cameras and hold him, but he knew Day would never allow that. When Jackson lubed up the fingers on both hands, Day’s gaze shot to his, the slightest fear bleeding through.
“Relax,” Jackson crooned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Jackson’s words had Day shivering. He had no idea what Jackson intended to do to him, and it was shredding his nerves. He hadn’t anticipated this level of nerves. It was just sex. Day tried to convince himself it was because he’d never had a partner on camera, but the truth was Day had stopped caring about recording the moment Jackson had kissed him. Kissing Jackson was like nothing Day had ever experienced before. The few guys Day had kissed had kissed him like it was just a precursor to other things. Jackson kissed him like he was branding him, like he was letting Day know he was Jackson’s. He was just so big and strong, and when his arms went around Day, he felt safe.
Day shook away the stupid thought. It was just sex. Just touching. Day didn’t do feelings. He just wanted Jackson’s hands, his mouth, his tongue, and, oh, that fucking beard. The way it ran rough across Day’s skin, leaving a burning trail in its wake. Jackson was so fucking hot, and Day regretted ever starting his virginity auction because he’d never wanted somebody inside him the way he wanted Jackson, and that was after five or so hours together. What was Day going to do when he was next to him day after day, knowing Jackson would take him if he asked? That he’d hold him down and fuck him into the mattress and be as rough or gentle as Day wanted? It twisted Day’s insides and made his cock throb.
Jackson came up on his knees to rub his heavy, veiny cock across Day’s spit-slicked lips before leaning forward and feeding it to him, nice and slow. Day sucked it down greedily as Jackson fucked his mouth in short rhythmic strokes. Day couldn’t keep his hands to himself, running his fingers along Jackson's muscular thighs or the perfection of his ass, teasing his fingers across his balls, thumbing the spot just behind until Jackson did that half growl thing that made Day’s toes curl.
Jackson pushed the scrap of red silk to Day’s thighs before taking his cock in his slick fist and teasing the fingers of his other hand into the crease of his ass, probing his entrance. Day whimpered, pulling off Jackson’s cock to cant his hips, hoping Jackson would get the message. Day needed Jackson inside him. Day released a stuttering breath, trying to relax at the sudden blunt pressure of Jackson’s thick finger. He tried not to grimace at the slow familiar burn, bearing down as Jackson probed his entrance, whining as he slipped inside.
“Jackson.” Day couldn’t help the slight tinge of panic in his voice. He wasn’t scared, just overwhelmed, like he couldn’t breathe.
Jackson placed a kiss on Day’s lower belly, and the simple act choked Day up. He didn’t want to think about why. He slid Jackson’s cock back into his mouth, choosing to focus on that and the way Jackson fucked his finger in and out of him as his other hand worked his cock in a tight, mind-numbingly slow grip.
Minutes passed as Day did his best to give as well as receive, but it was hard when he was fucking down on Jackson’s fingers and thrusting up into his tightened fist. It was like he couldn’t help himself. He dug his nails into Jackson’s ass, relaxing his throat, content to let Jackson fuck his mouth while he took Day apart.
It was all so much. There’d been the odd hookup here and there, but nothing like this. Nothing like how Jackson was trying to claim Day’s body in every conceivable way, penetrating him so thoroughly, Day couldn’t think of anything else. It wasn’t fair. It felt like Jackson was playing dirty somehow, reading what Day needed and giving it to him without him even asking.
Day could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body, could feel himself losing his ability to control the way he worked his cock up into Jackson’s fist. When Jackson pushed a second finger inside him, Day pulled off his cock. “Please. Can I come? It feels so good, Daddy. I need to come,” he begged.
“No,” Jackson said, tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. He twisted his fingers inside Day, dragging his knuckles over his prostate until Day moaned like someone out of an adult movie.
“Please, Daddy. You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck my mouth, come down my throat, come on my face. Anything. Please.”
Jackson worked him faster, dragging a helpless cry from Day. “I can already do whatever I want to you. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
Day sobbed, frustration welling up within him. He’d edged himself on camera so many times, but it was nothing like this, nothing like feeling like he was two seconds from exploding into a million little pieces.
“Did I say you could stop sucking my dick?” Jackson asked.
Day tongued over Jackson’s balls, sucking gently, before taking Jackson back in his mouth, working his tongue along the thick vein of his shaft, slipping a finger between Jackson’s cheeks to tease over his hole.
That earned Day a low growl of warning or maybe of pleasure. Day didn’t know but he wanted to find out. He did it again, just ghosting the pad of his finger over the puckered entrance.
Suddenly, Jackson’s hand disappeared. “You can come now, you little tease.”
Jackson’s mouth closed over Day’s cock and sucked him down while his fingers twisted inside Day until his knees were shaking and he was sucking Jackson because he didn’t know what else he could do. His hands spasmed, fingers gripping the comforter as he fucked into the heat of Jackson’s mouth over and over again, each thrust more shallow than the last. He pulled off Jackson to mutter, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Jackson didn’t pull off, just held Day in place as he writhed and cried, spilling over Jackson’s tongue, moaning as Jackson tried to suck him dry.
As soon as he pulled off, Jackson said, “Open up.”
Day didn’t question him, just opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, watching as Jackson jerked his swollen cock with long strokes, swiping his thumb over the tip and working his precum and Day’s saliva back over his shaft. Day let his fingers find Jackson’s balls, massaging them and teasing the spot just behind. Jackson snarled, and then he was painting over Day’s lips, his tongue, even his hair and the mattress.
After a minute, Jackson collapsed on the bed, his head still facing Day’s feet. Day startled as Jackson laid his head on his belly and pushed his thigh under Day’s head. Neither spoke, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, which, somehow, made Day feel worse. Uncomfortable was good. Uncomfortable meant it wouldn’t happen again. He didn’t want to get used to the feel of Jackson’s beard on his belly or the way his fingers skimmed along his skin. But even though he didn’t want to get used to it, he already knew it was going to happen again and again.
Jackson placed a kiss on Day’s belly once more, just over his belly button in that same infuriatingly sweet gesture, and then sat up. “Turn off your cameras and come shower with me.”
Day rolled away from Jackson and sat up, facing the wall. “I-I have a lot of editing to do. I’ll just take a quick shower in here and then get to it. I don’t like to be late putting up my videos.”
Jackson was quiet for a minute, then Day felt him stand, and suddenly, he was in Day’s space, lifting his chin with a finger. “Okay. Do your edits. Keep that hustle. Whatever you need to do. But, next time, maybe we do this without the cameras. This can be just about sex if that’s what you need, but I always get what I want eventually.”
Day swallowed the lump in his throat. “And what is it you want?”
Jackson laughed and dropped a kiss on his head. “You, Dayton.”
Panic, sharp as a scalpel, sliced through him, causing him to jerk to his feet. “Don’t. Don’t say things like that. You-You have no-no idea…” Day snapped his mouth shut as he heard himself stuttering over his words. It had taken years to get past that, and now, in less than a day, Jackson was reducing him to an idiot. “Just…just don’t. Okay? I don’t need that. I’m not that guy.”
“Hey, relax. I wasn’t trying to freak you out. If you want this to just be about sex, then it’s just sex. Good sex. Mind blowing sex.”
Day could feel himself breathing hard and tried to pull it together. “Yeah. Sure. The sex was amazing. I’m going to go take that shower now.” He left Jackson standing there, staring after him.
With the door closed and locked, he slid down and sat on the cold tile, bringing his knees to his chest and covering his face with his hands. What was wrong with him? He’d just made himself look so fucking stupid. He’d gone from cool and flirty to a hot fucking mess in less than twenty-four hours. That was a new record for him. He just wasn’t fit to be around other people. He was too messed up.
He took deep breaths, trying to quell the tears and anxiety welling up from within. It was just the hookup. That was all. Day had vowed a long time ago that he’d never go down on his knees for anybody ever again. Not after years of dealing with Carl, but he’d done it for Jackson without thought. He’d never even considered saying no. He shoved his thumbs into his eyes, trying to scrub away the memories flooding in on him, but they were relentless. The smell of Old Spice and sweat. The sound of heavy breathing and his weird breathy grunts. The way Carl’s gut would press against his forehead as he forced Day down. The feel of his hands in Day’s hair. His apartment that always stunk of cigarettes and garbage.
“You’re lucky I like you, kid. I’m saving you a lot of money this way. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your little girlfriend about our arrangement. I don’t think she could handle any more bad news. Do you?”
Day jerked forward, just barely making it to the toilet before his stomach heaved. Thankfully, there was painfully little left in him. He sat there, with his head on the toilet rim, for five minutes until he was sure the nausea had passed then finally turned on the shower. He undressed carefully, making sure not to snag his hose. They were the most expensive part of his outfits. When he was naked, he got under the heavy stream of water, enjoying the pulsing sensation of the shower head as it beat down on his sore muscles. He washed quickly but stayed under the spray until his fingers were pruny and his eyes were heavy.
Once he was safely wrapped in a towel, he stood in front of the mirror, drying his hair and trying to style it with his fingers. His lips and cheeks were red from where Jackson’s beard had brushed against him. He trailed his fingertips over the areas, closing his eyes so he could try to relive what it felt like to kiss Jackson.
Day shook his head. He didn’t belong there. Jackson was everything Day wanted in a guy, except that he was clearly unhinged. Who looked at somebody like Day and just acted like this could be more than it was? Maybe he was just trying to make Day feel better? Jackson did seem rather old-fashioned. Opening doors and buying Day food. That had to be it.
Hopefully, Jackson had taken the hint and realized that Day wasn’t in the market for a hero or a Prince Charming. Just somebody to keep him alive until they caught a murderer. He just needed to find a way to show Jackson that Day wasn’t Cinderella, he was the pumpkin.
Jackson was pulling a waffle from the waffle maker when Day stumbled down the stairs, his platinum hair sticking up in all directions and his glasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a pair of black joggers and a hoodie the same pool blue as his eyes. He seemed out of sorts.
“You hungry?” Jackson asked.
Dayton crawled onto a stool at the other side of the bar, glaring at Jackson’s dark wash jeans and fitted t-shirt. He could only smile at the grumpy look on Day’s face. He clearly wasn’t a morning person, and he seemed irritated that Jackson was already dressed and ready for the day.
Jackson plated the waffle and held it out to him, but Day shook his head, eyes at half-mast. “Coffee?” he croaked, like he had just crawled across the desert.
Jackson leaned onto the counter until he was in Day’s space, chucking him under the chin. “You could at least say please.”
Day perked up enough to purr, “Please, Daddy?”
Jackson grinned. “That’s much better. I should warn you though—”
The door to Jackson’s apartment flung open, and three screeching gremlins ran through the door, followed by Jackson’s sister, who looked like she was two seconds away from committing murder. Jackson was instantly pinned to the fridge, his two nieces and nephew hanging from his arms as he did curls and roared, garnering squeals of laughter.
This time, Jackson laughed outright, earning a scowl from Day. Jackson kissed his nose to placate him. “I don’t have a safe word. I’ve never needed one. Nobody ever thought they could Dom me. I’m the Daddy. You’re the brat.”
Day rubbed his nose against Jackson’s. “Fine with me, Daddy.”
Jackson couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He crashed their lips together, and Day opened up for him beautifully, tongue teasing over Jackson’s as his fingernails played at the base of his skull. Jackson carried Day to the bed and sat with the boy in his lap. Day started writhing against him almost immediately, the flushed head of his hard cock peeking out from those barely there red silk panties.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Day whispered. “God, I can already feel how hard you are.”
Jackson swiped his thumb over the tip of Day’s cock, gathering the fluid there and presenting it to Day. He stuck his tongue out, capturing Jackson’s finger and sucking it into his mouth. Jackson pulled free, swiping his finger across Day’s lower lip. “I’ve got something much better for you to do with that pornographic mouth of yours.”
Day was nodding before the words were even out. “Anything, Daddy.”
Jackson leaned back with his hands on the bed and looked down at his cock tenting his shorts. Day slipped from Jackson’s lap, going to his knees before him, his hands reaching for the waistband. Jackson raised his hips and let Day work his shorts down, his cock springing free and slapping against the taut muscles of his belly. Day’s nostrils flared at the sight of Jackson’s erection, like it was a gift.
Day’s nails dragged along Jackson’s thighs before he looked up at him from beneath a dark fringe of lashes. “Can I, Daddy?”
Jackson didn’t answer right away despite his compulsion to want to force Day to swallow him down. He just let him sit there on his knees, gazing up at him, plump lip in a slight pout, like there was a chance Jackson might say no. “Say, please.”
“Please,” Day whispered, his fingers spasming against Jackson’s thighs.
Jackson buried his fingers in Day’s hair, bringing his face closer before stopping. “Please, what?”
“Please, can I suck you off, Daddy?” Day begged without hesitation.
“Sure, baby. Since you asked so nicely.”
At this point, Jackson usually just closed his eyes and focused on the sensation, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Day as he rose up on his knees, pushing Jackson back just enough to get some room. Jackson leaned back on his forearms, watching his cock disappear into the hot, wet suction of Day’s full, glossy lips. Jackson growled low as Day bobbed his head twice before taking Jackson to the back of his throat and swallowing, his breath rustling the hair at the base of his cock. Christ.
Jackson expected Day to pull off but he just stayed there, his tongue teasing across the thick vein along his shaft until Jackson couldn’t help but grip Day’s head and flex his hips, fucking into Day’s throat with tiny aborted thrusts that sent bursts of pleasure through his entire body. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Suck me. You look so good like this. So fucking pretty.”
Day tapped Jackson’s thigh, and he let him free. Day sat panting, tears and mascara running down his face as he ran his tongue up one side of Jackson’s cock and down the other before pumping his cock and sucking on just the tip.
“Fuck, your tongue should come with a warning label.”
Day gave him a smile, running his tongue along the base of Jackson’s cock again as if to prove his point.
“You keep looking at me that way and I might forget that you’re saving yourself.”
Day’s smile wavered, his pupils blowing wide, like the idea of Jackson fucking him was more than he could handle. If Day only knew how much he was testing Jackson’s control. If he did, he’d be a lot more concerned for his precious virginity auction, because Jackson couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to throw Day on the bed and work him open, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, before fucking him nice and slow and deep, watching his face as he took every inch of him.
“My turn,” Jackson snarled. “On the bed.” Day rose in one graceful motion and sat on the bed. Jackson stood, dragging him to the edge of the bed by the ankle and flipping him over roughly until he was on his belly. Day looked back at Jackson just as he dragged Day’s hips upward. Jackson didn’t take Day’s panties off, just pulled the string from between his cheeks to pet over his entrance. “Red is definitely your color.
Jackson leaned down, sinking his teeth into Day’s ass cheek hard enough to get a startled cry out of him. When he didn’t utter his safeword, Jackson bit him on the other cheek as well, liking the way his bite marks looked on Day’s pale skin.
Day whimpered when Jackson splayed him open, teasing over Day’s hole with the flat of his tongue. “You like that, baby?” Jackson asked, burying his face before Day could formulate an answer.
Jackson couldn’t get enough of the taste of Day or the way he whined and moaned as Jackson licked and sucked at his entrance, pushing himself back on Jackson’s tongue, begging him for more. “Please, Daddy. I need more. Please. I’m so hard. Can I touch myself? Please? Please?”
“No,” Jackson said, giving Day one last lick before he went for the lube that Day had conveniently left on the side table. Jackson brought the whole bottle with him. “On your back.”
Day rolled onto his back, bending his legs at the knees, watching Jackson with a look that was slightly more timid than when they’d started, noting the way Day’s legs were already shaking. Jackson shed the rest of his clothing and climbed on the bed, above Day’s head, facing his feet. Day lay there, like the perfect boy, just waiting for Jackson’s orders, watching him with wide eyes. He looked so innocent like this, almost nervous. It made Jackson want to turn off the cameras and hold him, but he knew Day would never allow that. When Jackson lubed up the fingers on both hands, Day’s gaze shot to his, the slightest fear bleeding through.
“Relax,” Jackson crooned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Jackson’s words had Day shivering. He had no idea what Jackson intended to do to him, and it was shredding his nerves. He hadn’t anticipated this level of nerves. It was just sex. Day tried to convince himself it was because he’d never had a partner on camera, but the truth was Day had stopped caring about recording the moment Jackson had kissed him. Kissing Jackson was like nothing Day had ever experienced before. The few guys Day had kissed had kissed him like it was just a precursor to other things. Jackson kissed him like he was branding him, like he was letting Day know he was Jackson’s. He was just so big and strong, and when his arms went around Day, he felt safe.
Day shook away the stupid thought. It was just sex. Just touching. Day didn’t do feelings. He just wanted Jackson’s hands, his mouth, his tongue, and, oh, that fucking beard. The way it ran rough across Day’s skin, leaving a burning trail in its wake. Jackson was so fucking hot, and Day regretted ever starting his virginity auction because he’d never wanted somebody inside him the way he wanted Jackson, and that was after five or so hours together. What was Day going to do when he was next to him day after day, knowing Jackson would take him if he asked? That he’d hold him down and fuck him into the mattress and be as rough or gentle as Day wanted? It twisted Day’s insides and made his cock throb.
Jackson came up on his knees to rub his heavy, veiny cock across Day’s spit-slicked lips before leaning forward and feeding it to him, nice and slow. Day sucked it down greedily as Jackson fucked his mouth in short rhythmic strokes. Day couldn’t keep his hands to himself, running his fingers along Jackson's muscular thighs or the perfection of his ass, teasing his fingers across his balls, thumbing the spot just behind until Jackson did that half growl thing that made Day’s toes curl.
Jackson pushed the scrap of red silk to Day’s thighs before taking his cock in his slick fist and teasing the fingers of his other hand into the crease of his ass, probing his entrance. Day whimpered, pulling off Jackson’s cock to cant his hips, hoping Jackson would get the message. Day needed Jackson inside him. Day released a stuttering breath, trying to relax at the sudden blunt pressure of Jackson’s thick finger. He tried not to grimace at the slow familiar burn, bearing down as Jackson probed his entrance, whining as he slipped inside.
“Jackson.” Day couldn’t help the slight tinge of panic in his voice. He wasn’t scared, just overwhelmed, like he couldn’t breathe.
Jackson placed a kiss on Day’s lower belly, and the simple act choked Day up. He didn’t want to think about why. He slid Jackson’s cock back into his mouth, choosing to focus on that and the way Jackson fucked his finger in and out of him as his other hand worked his cock in a tight, mind-numbingly slow grip.
Minutes passed as Day did his best to give as well as receive, but it was hard when he was fucking down on Jackson’s fingers and thrusting up into his tightened fist. It was like he couldn’t help himself. He dug his nails into Jackson’s ass, relaxing his throat, content to let Jackson fuck his mouth while he took Day apart.
It was all so much. There’d been the odd hookup here and there, but nothing like this. Nothing like how Jackson was trying to claim Day’s body in every conceivable way, penetrating him so thoroughly, Day couldn’t think of anything else. It wasn’t fair. It felt like Jackson was playing dirty somehow, reading what Day needed and giving it to him without him even asking.
Day could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body, could feel himself losing his ability to control the way he worked his cock up into Jackson’s fist. When Jackson pushed a second finger inside him, Day pulled off his cock. “Please. Can I come? It feels so good, Daddy. I need to come,” he begged.
“No,” Jackson said, tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. He twisted his fingers inside Day, dragging his knuckles over his prostate until Day moaned like someone out of an adult movie.
“Please, Daddy. You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck my mouth, come down my throat, come on my face. Anything. Please.”
Jackson worked him faster, dragging a helpless cry from Day. “I can already do whatever I want to you. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
Day sobbed, frustration welling up within him. He’d edged himself on camera so many times, but it was nothing like this, nothing like feeling like he was two seconds from exploding into a million little pieces.
“Did I say you could stop sucking my dick?” Jackson asked.
Day tongued over Jackson’s balls, sucking gently, before taking Jackson back in his mouth, working his tongue along the thick vein of his shaft, slipping a finger between Jackson’s cheeks to tease over his hole.
That earned Day a low growl of warning or maybe of pleasure. Day didn’t know but he wanted to find out. He did it again, just ghosting the pad of his finger over the puckered entrance.
Suddenly, Jackson’s hand disappeared. “You can come now, you little tease.”
Jackson’s mouth closed over Day’s cock and sucked him down while his fingers twisted inside Day until his knees were shaking and he was sucking Jackson because he didn’t know what else he could do. His hands spasmed, fingers gripping the comforter as he fucked into the heat of Jackson’s mouth over and over again, each thrust more shallow than the last. He pulled off Jackson to mutter, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Jackson didn’t pull off, just held Day in place as he writhed and cried, spilling over Jackson’s tongue, moaning as Jackson tried to suck him dry.
As soon as he pulled off, Jackson said, “Open up.”
Day didn’t question him, just opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, watching as Jackson jerked his swollen cock with long strokes, swiping his thumb over the tip and working his precum and Day’s saliva back over his shaft. Day let his fingers find Jackson’s balls, massaging them and teasing the spot just behind. Jackson snarled, and then he was painting over Day’s lips, his tongue, even his hair and the mattress.
After a minute, Jackson collapsed on the bed, his head still facing Day’s feet. Day startled as Jackson laid his head on his belly and pushed his thigh under Day’s head. Neither spoke, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, which, somehow, made Day feel worse. Uncomfortable was good. Uncomfortable meant it wouldn’t happen again. He didn’t want to get used to the feel of Jackson’s beard on his belly or the way his fingers skimmed along his skin. But even though he didn’t want to get used to it, he already knew it was going to happen again and again.
Jackson placed a kiss on Day’s belly once more, just over his belly button in that same infuriatingly sweet gesture, and then sat up. “Turn off your cameras and come shower with me.”
Day rolled away from Jackson and sat up, facing the wall. “I-I have a lot of editing to do. I’ll just take a quick shower in here and then get to it. I don’t like to be late putting up my videos.”
Jackson was quiet for a minute, then Day felt him stand, and suddenly, he was in Day’s space, lifting his chin with a finger. “Okay. Do your edits. Keep that hustle. Whatever you need to do. But, next time, maybe we do this without the cameras. This can be just about sex if that’s what you need, but I always get what I want eventually.”
Day swallowed the lump in his throat. “And what is it you want?”
Jackson laughed and dropped a kiss on his head. “You, Dayton.”
Panic, sharp as a scalpel, sliced through him, causing him to jerk to his feet. “Don’t. Don’t say things like that. You-You have no-no idea…” Day snapped his mouth shut as he heard himself stuttering over his words. It had taken years to get past that, and now, in less than a day, Jackson was reducing him to an idiot. “Just…just don’t. Okay? I don’t need that. I’m not that guy.”
“Hey, relax. I wasn’t trying to freak you out. If you want this to just be about sex, then it’s just sex. Good sex. Mind blowing sex.”
Day could feel himself breathing hard and tried to pull it together. “Yeah. Sure. The sex was amazing. I’m going to go take that shower now.” He left Jackson standing there, staring after him.
With the door closed and locked, he slid down and sat on the cold tile, bringing his knees to his chest and covering his face with his hands. What was wrong with him? He’d just made himself look so fucking stupid. He’d gone from cool and flirty to a hot fucking mess in less than twenty-four hours. That was a new record for him. He just wasn’t fit to be around other people. He was too messed up.
He took deep breaths, trying to quell the tears and anxiety welling up from within. It was just the hookup. That was all. Day had vowed a long time ago that he’d never go down on his knees for anybody ever again. Not after years of dealing with Carl, but he’d done it for Jackson without thought. He’d never even considered saying no. He shoved his thumbs into his eyes, trying to scrub away the memories flooding in on him, but they were relentless. The smell of Old Spice and sweat. The sound of heavy breathing and his weird breathy grunts. The way Carl’s gut would press against his forehead as he forced Day down. The feel of his hands in Day’s hair. His apartment that always stunk of cigarettes and garbage.
“You’re lucky I like you, kid. I’m saving you a lot of money this way. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your little girlfriend about our arrangement. I don’t think she could handle any more bad news. Do you?”
Day jerked forward, just barely making it to the toilet before his stomach heaved. Thankfully, there was painfully little left in him. He sat there, with his head on the toilet rim, for five minutes until he was sure the nausea had passed then finally turned on the shower. He undressed carefully, making sure not to snag his hose. They were the most expensive part of his outfits. When he was naked, he got under the heavy stream of water, enjoying the pulsing sensation of the shower head as it beat down on his sore muscles. He washed quickly but stayed under the spray until his fingers were pruny and his eyes were heavy.
Once he was safely wrapped in a towel, he stood in front of the mirror, drying his hair and trying to style it with his fingers. His lips and cheeks were red from where Jackson’s beard had brushed against him. He trailed his fingertips over the areas, closing his eyes so he could try to relive what it felt like to kiss Jackson.
Day shook his head. He didn’t belong there. Jackson was everything Day wanted in a guy, except that he was clearly unhinged. Who looked at somebody like Day and just acted like this could be more than it was? Maybe he was just trying to make Day feel better? Jackson did seem rather old-fashioned. Opening doors and buying Day food. That had to be it.
Hopefully, Jackson had taken the hint and realized that Day wasn’t in the market for a hero or a Prince Charming. Just somebody to keep him alive until they caught a murderer. He just needed to find a way to show Jackson that Day wasn’t Cinderella, he was the pumpkin.
Jackson was pulling a waffle from the waffle maker when Day stumbled down the stairs, his platinum hair sticking up in all directions and his glasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a pair of black joggers and a hoodie the same pool blue as his eyes. He seemed out of sorts.
“You hungry?” Jackson asked.
Dayton crawled onto a stool at the other side of the bar, glaring at Jackson’s dark wash jeans and fitted t-shirt. He could only smile at the grumpy look on Day’s face. He clearly wasn’t a morning person, and he seemed irritated that Jackson was already dressed and ready for the day.
Jackson plated the waffle and held it out to him, but Day shook his head, eyes at half-mast. “Coffee?” he croaked, like he had just crawled across the desert.
Jackson leaned onto the counter until he was in Day’s space, chucking him under the chin. “You could at least say please.”
Day perked up enough to purr, “Please, Daddy?”
Jackson grinned. “That’s much better. I should warn you though—”
The door to Jackson’s apartment flung open, and three screeching gremlins ran through the door, followed by Jackson’s sister, who looked like she was two seconds away from committing murder. Jackson was instantly pinned to the fridge, his two nieces and nephew hanging from his arms as he did curls and roared, garnering squeals of laughter.
