Park felt ready. When Jackson slowly pushed inside, Park hissed with the searing pain of it—it had been a long time since he’d bottomed—but he managed to relaxenough to let Jackson in. And then Jackson thrust inside him and they were kissing again. This had always been Park’s favorite position, because he could wrap his legs around Jackson and see his face and kiss him as they made love.
Love, god. Park’s chest tightened as he gazed up at Jackson’s beautiful face. This man. This man with his dark stubble and his piercing gaze and his warm body pressinginto and against Park. This man whom he’d once woken up with every morning, whom he’d laughed and cried with, who was once the light of Park’s life. Park petted his hair, pushing it off Jackson’s forehead so he could see Jackson’s whole face. Park figured he was too much in his own head to come, but he liked the sensation of Jackson sliding in and out of him, and he wanted Jackson to comeinside him, the way he had so many times before. Jackson sighed and met Park’s gaze and then...well, then Park fell in love all over again. He wanted to cry out with it, to beg Jackson to stay with him. He would have done anything to make Jackson stay.
Instead, he surrendered himself to the physical, digging his heels into Jackson’s lower back to keep Jackson inside him. He threw his headback, angling his cock up so it rubbed against Jackson’s abdomen as they fucked. Jackson got a hand between them and started stroking Park’s cock as he thrust in and out and kissed and bit at Park’s collarbone.
And there it was, the kind of arousal that zipped through Park’s body, that meant if he just kept going, if Jackson kept stroking him, kept angling his hips up to hitthat spotinsidehim, that it would be all over. “Don’t stop,” he gasped.
“No, never,” Jackson said. “You’re so tight. It feels amazing. I’m not gonna last.”
Park wouldn’t, either, but he clutched at Jackson’s head and whispered, “You promised not to stop.”
“Park.”
Something about Jackson saying his name shakily while continuing to thrust into him undid Park. He dug his fingers into Jackson’s hairand hugged Jackson’s head near his neck and threw his head back. Then he came spectacularly, one of those orgasms that ripped through his body and made him see fireworks and explosions. In the midst of it, he heard Jackson mutter, “Fuck,” and he knew Jackson was coming, too, shooting inside his body. Park’s eyes stung and his heart pounded with emotion he couldn’t voice. The moment was perfect,and Park thought if he could just hold on to it for a little bit longer, everything would be okay.
They held each other as they came down. Park kissed the side of Jackson’s face, pressing his lips against Jackson’s stubble, committing the feel of Jackson’s skin to his memory. He never wanted to let Jackson go again.
Then Jackson said, “God, I didn’t even think.”
“What? I hope not.”
Jackson smiled ruefully. “No, just... I think we’ve made the sort of mess that would make you want to change the sheets. All it’s going to take is a gossipy maid to go, ‘Mr. Livingston is certainly fuckingsomeone.’”
Park grabbed a bunch of tissues from the dispenser on the nightstand and handed them to Jackson, who made a valiant effort to clean up without getting anything on the sheets.
“So much for basking in the afterglow,” Park said.
Jackson got off the bed and went into the bathroom. Park heard water running. When Jackson returned, Park’s eyes stung, because he knew Jackson was about to say goodbye.
“I should go.” Jackson eyed his discarded clothing.
“No, don’t.”
“I can’t spend the night. Not with the press corps camped out at every exit to this fuckinghotel.”
Park tried to think fast. “You hungry?”
Jackson pulled on his briefs. “I could eat.”
“Before you leave, maybe we could...eat. Either I can call the restaurant and see if they’ll seat us or...” Park glanced at the bedside clock. “Or we could get room service and watch Martha try to defend me on the cable news shows.” He couldn’t bear the thought of Jackson leaving just yet,not after all that he’d just experienced.
Jackson smiled. “All right. Room service, then. I don’t have the energy to deal with being in public right now. But then I’m leaving.”
“Okay. What do you want?”
“Order whatever’s good. I trust you. But first, I think we should probably put a little effort into not looking like we just had sex.”
Park sighed and sat up. “You’re probably right.”
Jackson laughed. He leaned toward Park and kissed his forehead. “Get dressed, lover boy.”
