Infuriating, page 9
“Don’t tempt me any more than you already are in those shorts,” Jackson said, his lips brushing across Day’s jaw and cheek. Jackson just couldn’t stop touching him. It was maddening. He pressed his cock against Day’s ass. Day wiggled beneath him invitingly. “Stop distracting me, you little tease.”
There was no malice in his words. If anything, the taunt only made Day more flirty, tilting his hips so he was grinding himself against Jackson’s throbbing erection.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to drag those shorts off you and bury myself in that tight little ass of yours, auction be damned,” Jackson growled.
Day’s answering whimper went straight to his cock. “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he whispered, his voice breathy and strained.
“You’d let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?” Jackson asked, his voice like gravel. “You’d let me peel those shorts off you, work you open nice and slow, before sinking my cock into you inch by inch.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re so good for me. Such a good boy for me,” Jackson said, his lips finding Day’s, his tongue slipping inside, teasing at Day’s. The angle was awkward, but Day didn’t seem to care. He was gone, melted into the bed, his hips pressing into the mattress before pushing up into Jackson’s dick.
Jackson lifted his weight off of Day, and he whined out his disappointment. Jackson reached for the lube that was already on the nightstand, snagging it and tossing it beside Day before dragging his shorts down and out of the way along with his jeans and underwear. Jackson pulled Day back against him so they were both on their sides, Day’s ass snug up against Jackson’s cock once more. Jackson lubed up his cock, pressing it into the crease of Day’s bottom, before his slick hand closed around Day’s flushed cock. Day gasped as Jackson began to move, his erection sliding between Day’s cheeks, fist jerking Day in time with his thrusts.
It wasn’t as good as sinking himself into Day’s tight pink hole, but it was close. Day was moaning and whining, rocking back against Jackson even as he thrust forward into his hand. There was nothing coy or teasing about this. This was just about getting off. It was about giving each other some version of what they both needed. “Fuck, you feel so good, Daddy. You feel so good.”
Jackson dragged his lips across whatever skin he found—Day’s ear, his throat, his shoulder. Day’s fingers dug into the arm underneath his head, his nails digging into the skin of Jackson’s forearm where it was locked across Day’s chest. “You can come whenever you want,” Jackson said between gritted teeth, his own orgasm already building in his balls.
“Unf,” was Day’s only response. He was too far gone, his whole body writhing against Jackson’s as he jerked him hard and fast, palm twisting with each upward motion, thumb swiping across the tip to gather the fluid there and work it across his shaft on the way down.
Day clenched each time he tried to thrust into Jackson’s palm, cocooning Jackson’s cock in a tight slick heat that was just enough to do the trick, just enough to make Jackson crave more.
Suddenly, Day cried out, and Jackson’s fist grew wet and sticky with the evidence of Day’s pleasure. Jackson pushed Day down onto his stomach so he could straddle his hips and lock his arms around him, burying himself between the slick heat of Day’s cheeks, pretending he was thrusting inside as he worked himself against Day, his teeth sinking into Day’s shoulder as he felt his release building. He was so close. So fucking close.
“I want you inside me so bad, Daddy,” Day panted.
Jackson gripped Day’s hair hard as he came, his hips stuttering, his cum pooling in the dip of Day’s lower back. Jackson collapsed on top of him, too tired to care about clean-up.
“Well, that was unexpected,” Day muttered against the comforter. “Should I expect these visits every day?”
“I didn’t come up here for this, but then I saw you, and I’d forgotten how hot these shorts look on you, and I just couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re forgiven,” Day said, a smile in his voice. “What did you come up here for?”
“I have to go out of town.”
Jackson felt Day tense beneath him. “You’re leaving me?”
“Come with me.”
The words sprung from his mouth before he could even think about it, but he didn’t retract his invitation. It might even defuse the situation with Fuentes. Their son was a fairly well known drag queen on the Miami scene. They had no problem with homosexuality. Even if they did, Jackson still would have brought Day. Jackson didn’t want to be away from him, not even for three days. He didn’t examine the thought too closely.
“You want me to go with you?” Day repeated, almost like he was certain he’d misheard him.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s a business trip, so you’ll have to sit in my office while I check on the Miami branch and sit through what could be a rather tedious business dinner, but the food is good and the view is amazing.”
Day craned his neck around as far as he could manage to look at Jackson. “You really want me to go or are you just afraid to leave me alone here?”
Jackson kissed Day’s cheek. “I really want you to go. I have a dozen guys who could babysit you while I’m away if I wanted to leave you here.”
“When do we leave?”
Jackson smiled, genuinely happy to have Day along for the trip. “I’m not sure. Pam still has to set up our charter, but I’m sure we can get a jet by tonight.”
“A jet? We’re taking a jet? Like a private jet?” Day asked.
Jackson frowned. “Yeah, why? Do you have a fear of flying?”
Day shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never been on an airplane before.”
Jackson rolled off of Day, grimacing at the cum already flaking on his skin, still digesting that piece of news. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and then start packing? You don’t have to bring much. We’ll only be gone a couple of days.”
Day rolled over. “I don’t have a suitcase.”
Jackson rose to his feet, stretching before he straightened his clothing for the second time that day. “I do. Hop in the shower, and I’ll leave it on your bed.”
Jackson started to walk away when he realized Day wasn’t moving. He turned back to find him sitting on the bed, hair adorably rumpled and shorts still caught around his knees. He was so fucking beautiful.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
Jackson frowned at Day’s sudden lack of enthusiasm. “What? Why?”
Day looked away from Jackson. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Why would you embarrass me?”
“What if your business associate asks who I am to you? What if he asks what I do for a living? What if I wear the wrong thing or say the wrong thing?”
Jackson walked back to Day and pulled him to his feet. “You worry too much,” he said, kissing his nose. “The guy we’re meeting is a gun runner. He has no business looking down his nose at anybody, least of all you. You tell him whatever you’re comfortable telling him. I don’t care what he thinks of you. The only opinion I’ve ever cared about is mine…and my mama’s…‘cause she scares me.”
“Well, hopefully your gun runner friend likes me more than your sister did.”
Jackson laughed. “My sister liked you a lot. If she didn’t, she would have eviscerated you on sight. She’s mean. All the women in my family are.”
Day gave a shy smile. “Then how come you’re so sweet?”
“Survival. Plus I was the only boy. That helped.” Day still looked like he was wavering. “Stop thinking so hard and go shower. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”
Day gave a stilted nod and kicked off his shorts before walking towards his bathroom, naked from the waist down. Jackson averted his eyes, fearing he might change his mind and follow Day right into the shower. There was no way his body would rally again so fast, but he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Day. Every time he touched him, he just wanted to touch him more. It was both exciting and frustrating.
Day felt like he had woken up in somebody else’s life. Jackson sat beside him in the back of a black Cadillac Escalade while a prim older woman with bright red hair in a navy business suit sat across from him, firing off his itinerary like he was a celebrity. “Before you meet with Fuentes, you need to stop by the office. There’s a contract on your desk that Calliope said can’t wait for your signature. She was going to overnight it to you, but this will be easier. Also, I thought you’d want to meet up with Hurley to figure out how you plan on disciplining the guys to appease Angel’s blood thirst before your seven thirty dinner reservations at La Mar. Ricky picked up your suits from the dry cleaners and left them on your bed for you. Is there anything else you need me to do for you while you're away, sir?” she asked as their car rolled to a stop on the tarmac.
“No, Nancy. I think that’s everything. Thanks for taking a ride. I really didn’t want to have to do this over the phone.”
She gave him a bright smile just as Jackson slid his sunglasses back on. “No problem, Mr. Avery. Anything to get out of the office for an hour or so.”
Jackson grinned, and Day swore the older woman swooned like he was Idris Elba. It was that way everywhere they went. Girls and guys couldn’t help but smile and bat their lashes at Jackson. Not that Day could blame them. Even now, dressed in what Jackson considered his casual clothes, he carried himself with the confidence of a celebrity. His dark wash jeans molded to his ass and thighs, and his black and gray zip front sweater fit him like a glove. His white sneakers didn’t so much as have a speck of dirt on them and had probably cost more than Day’s rent. Rent which was due in two days. Day grimaced at the thought. He hated being an adult. He also hated feeling out of his element, and he was way out of his element here.
When Jackson had said dress for comfort, Day had believed him. He’d put on a pair of black joggers, a thin blue cotton Pride hoodie, and a pair of Adidas sandals complete with white socks because his feet got cold. Nancy had looked at him like he was a ridiculous child, but Jackson had simply taken his hand and helped him into the back of the car. He’d also held Day’s hand the whole way to the airstrip, right in front of Nancy and her upturned nose. When Day had tried to squirm his hand free, Jackson only clasped it tighter and gave him a look.
Day wasn’t sorry to see Nancy leave with the car. Jackson picked up both their bags but was quickly met by a tall, slender uniformed man, with copper skin and perfect snow white teeth, who took them from Jackson. “Let me get those for you, Mr. Avery. I’m Paolo. I’ll be one of the attendants on-board with you today. It’s just the two of you, so feel free to make yourselves as comfortable as you like,” he said, looking back and forth between Day and Jackson until Day became self-conscious and gave Paolo his patented stare down. The attendant gave him a smug smile in return.
Jackson snickered beside him before he put an arm around his shoulders and steered him to the stairs leading up to the door of the plane. “Stop terrorizing the staff. Not everybody has to be your enemy, you know.”
“He was looking at me funny,” Day grumbled.
“Because you’re gorgeous, and he was trying to decide which one of us he wanted to go home with,” Jackson said. “After that look, though, I’m pretty sure I just won by default.”
“Haha, you’re so funny,” Day deadpanned, stopping short when they stepped onto the plane and into the cabin. There were eight large leather seats the color of caramel in varying configurations. Jackson led Day to one of the bench seats running the length of the plane before taking a seat beside him.
Paolo boarded the plane, winking at Day on his way to the back of the plane.
“He thinks I’m a pro,” Day murmured.
Jackson chuckled once more, wrapping his arms around Day from behind. “He does not. Do I look like the kind of guy who has to pay for sex?”
Day leaned back against Jackson’s broad chest begrudgingly, far too comfortable in his arms. “Have to, no. Willing to do it to keep from running into unnecessary complications? Definitely.”
“That’s what I look like to you? A rich guy who doesn’t like complications?” Jackson asked. He didn’t sound mad, just disappointed.
“Maybe at first. Now… Now, I don’t know what to think,” Day admitted.
The pilot introduced himself over the speakers and announced takeoff. Jackson and Day put on their seatbelts, but Jackson’s arms returned to Day once more. He turned to look out the window as the jet moved faster until the runway was just a black blur, and then they were sailing up into the air. Day’s fingers found Jackson’s, squeezing hard, as his pulse tripled and his stomach swooped. The ground below became smaller and smaller.
“Are we staying in a hotel?” Day asked when the plane finally leveled out and his heart rate returned to normal.
“No. I figured we’d stay at my place unless you want to stay in a hotel?”
“You have an apartment in Miami, too?” Day asked. Jackson was silent for so long, Day craned his head around to look at him.
Jackson hugged Day close. “Yeah, I live in Miami year round. I keep the apartment in LA because that’s where my family still lives, so I do longer stays there when necessary. I have properties all over. Some of them double as safe houses, but Miami is my home.”
Day’s heart sank. “Oh.”
Had Day known that? Had he referenced his life in Miami? Day couldn’t remember. He wasn’t sure what he thought about that, so he just settled back against Jackson and closed his eyes, ignoring the way Jackson’s lips skimmed across his hair.
Jackson’s Miami apartment was just as upscale and fancy as his place in LA, but it looked far more lived in. While there was a place for everything, mail was stacked on the counter, there were pictures of his family everywhere, and there were two small dishes on the counter. “You have a cat?”
Jackson shrugged. “Does anybody really have a cat? We’re more like roommates. I found him outside when he was a kitten. His name is Kevin. He’s kind of a dick. I’m almost positive he likes my housekeeper more than he does me.”
Day looked around for any sign of Jackson’s asshole cat, but it was quiet. “Your cat’s name is Kevin? Why?”
Jackson grinned, pulling a bottled water from the fridge, taking a swig and offering it to Day. “You’d have to ask him. We should get ready. I don’t want to be late for my tongue-lashing.”
“Sounds kinky,” Day murmured, setting the bottle aside and wrapping his arms around Jackson’s neck, jumping to wrap his legs around Jackson’s waist, leaving him no choice but to catch Day or let him slide down his body like a stripper pole. Jackson chose to catch him, capturing Day’s lips in a slow, dirty kiss until he was whining.
After a moment, Jackson smacked Day’s butt, and he lowered his feet back to the ground. “You go get ready in the other room. You are too tempting.”
It was a ridiculous lie, but Day blushed anyway, feeling floaty. Jackson had said there was no dress code for the restaurant, but when Day went to spy on him, he’d swapped out his jeans and sweater for a pair of tight-fitting maroon pants, a thin untucked white button down shirt and another pair of insanely expensive shoes.
Day, on the other hand, had pulled his nicest pair of white jeans from his bag and paired it with a button down Hawaiian shirt covered in cheetah print and flowers before shoving his feet into brown loafers. He’d bought it four years ago for Sarah’s luau themed birthday party. It had lived in the back of his closet since. He sprayed his hair back off his face, brushed his teeth, and called himself done. It wasn’t like there was anything to shave off his chin.
When Day met Jackson back in the kitchen, a fat ginger cat sat on the counter, Kevin presumably. He eyed Day warily as he ate his food, like Day might steal it. “Your cat is huge.”
“Don’t fat-shame my roommate. Kevin is his own man. He does as he pleases.”
Day rolled his eyes. “Does anybody else know what a dork you are underneath all that swagger?”
Jackson picked Day up and plopped him on the counter, making Day a head taller than Jackson. “Only my family…and you.”
Day cupped Jackson’s cheeks in his hands, enjoying the feel of his beard on his palms. “Why me? You don’t even know me.”
“Because I know I’ll never get to know you if I don’t let you know me. The real me. The dork who likes musicals and names his chunky cat Kevin because that was the name on the delivery bag I found him sleeping in. I also play a mean game of Dungeons and Dragons, and I cheat at Monopoly.”
Day’s heart squeezed up into his throat, forcing him to swallow hard. “Everybody cheats at Monopoly,” was all he could think to say.
“You look really hot tonight,” Jackson said, punctuating each word with a lazy kiss. “How about when we get back, you let me peel you out of this outfit.”
“We’ll see,” Day said, leaning down to give Jackson one last kiss before saying, “We’re going to be late.”
“Nah, the restaurant’s only around the corner,” Jackson said, contradicting his own words from earlier.
Day smirked at him, shaking his head. “Come on, Daddy. We can’t be late. This guy’s already mad at you.”
“Come on, you little tease,” Jackson growled, spanking Day’s ass hard enough to sting, causing him to bite back a moan.
The walk to La Mar was nice. The Florida weather was balmy but not so humid that it made Day sweaty or sticky. They walked hand in hand with nobody so much as batting an eye at them. It was only two blocks, but in that time, the sky shifted from blue to pink and orange fire, and the city lights seemed to spring up around them.
“Have you ever had Peruvian food?” Jackson asked.
“No. I’ve never been anywhere but LA and Idaho, and I can’t afford to get experimental with food choices. If I’m feeling fancy, I eat my ramen noodles out of a bowl instead of the styrofoam cup.”
