“That’s fine,” Jamie said, falling to his knees. “I’m not feeling too patient either.”
He slid his hands down over the curve of my ass to my thighs, pushing my legs apart, and I whimpered. His hands gripped the fabric and tugged so the pants slid down an inch, then two, and I leaned my head back against the wall to catch my breath because the anticipation waskillllllingme.
It took me a second to process that Jamie’s movements had stopped, and I opened my eyes with a frown.
“J-jame?”
But Jamie didn’t answer. His hands were still resting against my legs, gripping the sides of my pajama pants, but he was staring at my erection with absolute fascination… which would have been a lot more exciting if I weren’t still wearing my underwear.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Parker,” Jamie said warily. “I think… I think there are unicorns on your boxers.” He blinked up at me. “Unicorns with… little dogs riding them?”
Shit.
“I can explain!” I said quickly.
Jamie pressed his lips together like he was trying his hardest not to comment.
“See, a couple months ago, I started having this problem where I’d bring my stuff to the laundromat and leave it there while I went to go get coffee because, you know, it’s O’Leary, and Spinning Jenny’s is like two doors down from the bakery, right?”
Jamie nodded slowly, staring up at me with wide eyes. I started talking faster.
“But my clothes kept disappearing! It was fuckingweird. Everyone around town was having the same thing happen, and it wasn’t ahugedeal, so I just ignored it. But I was bitching to Ethan on the phone one time—Ethan Scott, my old roommate—”
“I remember Ethan, Parker,” Jamie said abruptly. “We all went to school together.”
“R-right. Obviously. Anyway, I was bitching, because who the hell takes a man’sundies? And Ethan cracked up because, well, I mean, itwaspretty funny, I guess.But then the next day, I got a packageovernightedto me from Ethan with three pairs of replacement underwear inside.” I shook my head. “Dating a bajillionaire has its perks, I guess.”
“And he picked these because…”
I rolled my eyes. “Because he said ifthesegot stolen, it’d be easier for the police to prosecute the suspect if they were caught wearing shorts with pugs riding unicorns.”
I chanced a glance down at Jamie, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore. He’d pressed his forehead to my hip, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter.
I carded my fingers through his hair. “If you like these, I also have a pair with kittens riding narwhals,” I offered. “Zebra print, dancing reindeer, furry cheetah print. Those itch like the devil, though.”
Jamie’s shoulders shook harder, and I took a second to appreciate the long, muscled line of his back, before yanking on one thick strand of hair.
“You done mocking me?” I demanded. “Because if you want I…”
Jamie looked up and the words died in my throat. His hair was a mess from my hands, his eyes were crinkled at the corners and sparkling with tears of laughter, and his mouth was smiling wider than I’d maybe ever seen it.Shit. Anyone would fall for that face, and I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach that I was already halfway there.
I traced his smile with my fingertips, and the look in his eyes got so intense I had to slide my own eyes shut before I gave too much away.
“Parker?”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes cautiously.
“Thank you,” he said simply and incomprehensibly. And then, while I watched, he stripped my boxers down to my knees and licked the head of my cock, which had flagged a little, what with the unicorns and all.
It took about two point four licks for me to go from half-hard tooh-my-god-painfully erect. It could’ve been embarrassing, honestly, under other circumstances, but my embarrassment reflex had already been exhausted today, and the rough hand Jamie wrapped around my base said that he was really fucking excited by how easily I responded anyway.
Jamie ducked his head and licked again, over and over, getting my entire lengthandhis fist positively messy with saliva, then he jerked me deliberately, hard and fast, exactly the way he knew I liked it.
“Jamie!” I moaned, slapping one open palm against the wall behind me while keeping the other firmly buried in his hair. “Fuck.”
Jamie responded by pushing my legs farther apart and bending down to lick a stripe over my balls that I swear I felt in mytoes.
