Jackson’s palm moldeditself to Park’s cheek the way it always had. Up close, Park smelled the way he so often did, soft and clean, like soap, and like the spearmint gum he chewed when he felt stressed. The stubble of Park’s five o’clock shadow was like sandpaper, but Jackson had always liked that, how this bit of roughness kept Park’s pampered skin from being too perfect. Park could afford perfection, but the little imperfections,the bits of him that were rough around the edges, those made Park real and not just a rich doll.
Jackson leaned closer and inhaled. He moved his hand along Park’s neck, across his collarbone. Park’s skin was warm under the soft cotton of his shirt. Park leaned forward, too, and hooked his hand around Jackson’s elbow. In the back of his mind, Jackson worried Park would push him away, but hedidn’t; Park tugged on Jackson’s arm and pulled him closer.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Jackson said, but, god, he needed it. He needed to smell Park, to taste him.
“You’re right. I don’t want you to get disbarred.”
“Lawyers aren’t supposed to get emotionally involved with their clients. I one hundred percent understand why now.”
“We need boundaries.”
“Yeah. Clear boundaries.”
Park sighed and his breath feathered across Jackson’s lips. “Kissing is definitely out of the question.”
“Definitely.”
“Boundaries.”
“Fuck boundaries.”
Jackson kissed Park. He leaned forward, pressed his lips against Park’s, and then opened his mouth to really taste him. Park gasped and let Jackson in, opening his mouth, nibbling against Jackson’s lips.
Then Park groaneddeep in his throat, and that broke the dam. Jackson got out of the chair and pushed Park back onto the bed before he knew what he was doing. He didn’t have it in him to pull back or stop or even regret his actions; kissing Park, having Park in his arms again, was too good. It was like coming home. Heknewthis man, his body, his scent. There was no awkward groping; Jackson knew where to put hishands, knew the shape of Park’s body, knew how they fit together.
Park arched his back into Jackson and wrapped his legs around Jackson’s hips. Jackson gasped when he felt Park’s arousal pressing against his own. Park pressed his hands into Jackson’s back and then Jackson fell into his arms, pulling Park close, savoring him, probably grabbing too hard, but loving the feel of him close again.
“What are we doing?” Park asked breathlessly as he ran his hands down Jackson’s back possessively, digging in his fingers.
“Probably something we’ll regret later. Definitely something that will get me in trouble.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Never, Park. Never.”
They kissed again.
Jackson slid his hand under Park’s shirt and touched all that skin, the texture here rough anduneven, too. Park had gone through a phase when they’d been in their twenties when he’d waxed religiously, but Jackson was delighted to learn he’d gotten over that. Jackson touched whatever of Park’s skin he could get his hands on as he kissed and licked Park’s jaw. Park threw his head back and moaned, bucking his hips up to meet Jackson’s.
Jackson had already taken his jacket off when they’dbeen talking earlier, but he’d left his tie on and it was starting to feel like a noose. When Park reached up and loosened it, Jackson gasped in relief. Then Park yanked the tie off and tossed it aside. He unbuttoned Jackson’s shirt without grace and shoved his hands under it, pinching Jackson’s nipples through his undershirt. Jackson hissed and pressed against Park, kissing him again.
Theprocess of removing clothing started off painstaking, like opening a Christmas gift wrapped so beautifully one didn’t want to rip the paper. But by the time Park pulled Jackson’s belt free of its loops and Jackson had Park down to just his unzipped jeans, they became more frantic. Jackson lifted his hips so that he could yank Park’s jeans off him. Park knelt on the bed and undid Jackson’s pants whileJackson took his sweet time getting an eyeful of Park’s gorgeous body. Park was vain and privileged and could afford the fancy gym membership and semi-regular spa treatments. His skin was beautiful, unmarred, well moisturized. Dark blond hair dusted his chest and made a darker trail down his tight stomach to his cock.
Jackson felt flush everywhere, a strange combination of raw arousal andmemory. Because Jackson had already known Park had a beauty mark on his hip. Just like Park knew Jackson had Park’s initials tattooed in the same spot on his own hip.
Park shoved Jackson’s hips down and moved right toward the tattoo, running his fingers over it. “I’m surprised you never got this removed.”
“How could I?” Jackson had never wanted to, because even after Park left and Jacksonwas at his angriest, he hadn’t wanted to lose the daily reminder that he’d once been in the kind of love he’d thought would last forever.
“Your lovers must ask about it.”
Park and his timing. “Do you really want to talk about that now?”
“No.”
They both knelt on the bed now, facing each other. Jackson gazed into Park’s eyes, could see the little gold flecks in them. His heart flutteredin anticipation. Park reached over and ran one hand over the left cheek of Jackson’s ass and then reached for Jackson’s cock, his expression frank and familiar, eager. He cupped Jackson’s balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, and he knew from years of practice how much pressure to apply to pull hisses and groans out of Jackson. Jackson knew, too, how to treat Park, had spentyears getting surprised by lovers who liked a rougher or lighter touch. They’d learned about sex from each other, had been each other’s real firsts aside from some fooling around in high school on Jackson’s part.
He loved Park’s hands on his body, loved the determined, possessive expression on Park’s face, but this was going to end fast. He wanted this to last but his animal brain wanted tocome. He cupped Park’s shoulders, ran his hands over Park’s shoulder blades, up his neck, to his cheeks. Then he kissed Park hard and dirty, snaking his tongue into Park’s mouth and tangling it with Park’s. Park tasted like heaven, like home. Park groaned and pulled Jackson down onto the bed with him.
