Except, he wasn’t wearing any layers right now. Jackson’s cock hardened at the reminder. Just up those stairs, Day was laid out on the bed, his pale skin a stark contrast to the navy blue comforter on the bed. He’d invited Jackson inside. He’d asked Jackson to touch him on camera. Jackson turned the idea over in his head. Showing his face on camera in a porn movie would probably cause a great deal of issues for Elite, a company he’d built from nothing to more than six offices around the country, even with the men he hired and their tendency to marry his clients.
Jackson was walking up the stairs before he was even consciously aware of it. He wanted Day, with or without the audience. Day’s door was cracked open just enough for a small sliver of the room to show. He could see cameras set up all around the bed at perfect angles. It was a surprisingly professional looking setup.
Jackson pushed the door open but stayed where he was, leaning his large frame against the door. Day’s nervous gaze jumped to Jackson and then away, his tongue darting out over his full pink bottom lip in a show of nerves that quickly disappeared, replaced by a seductive smile.
Jackson didn’t know where to look first. Day was naked from the waist up, his skin shimmering like a rainbow whenever the lights hit it just right. His lips were glossy pink once more and his long lashes were tinted black, but other than that, he wore no other makeup. Without the baggy clothes he’d lounged in, Day’s body was slight, lean and lanky, almost feminine. If anything, Day was delicate, all long limbs and elegant fingers.
“What do you think?” Day asked, slowly spinning in a circle.
Jackson accepted the invitation to look his fill, taking in the red lace garter belt that skimmed his trim waist, the satin underwear that barely covered Day’s bulge in the front and left most of his pert, perfect bottom on display in the back, highlighted by red lace thigh-highs. “I think you’re beautiful.”
Despite his slow turn and request for the compliment, Day still seemed taken aback by this declarative statement, his gaze snapping to Jackson’s as if to see the truth of his words in his expression.
“Thank you,” he said, sounding a little breathless. Jackson pushed himself from the doorway, closing the distance between them, but Day held up a hand. “The cameras are hot. I can edit you out, but I didn’t want you to think I was trying to trick you or something.”
Jackson moved closer, capturing Day by the elbows and tugging him in close enough for their size discrepancy to be obvious. Day’s pupils dilated, and he chomped down on the corner of his lip, gazing up at Jackson through thick lashes.
“You wouldn’t trick me,” Jackson murmured, using his thumb to tug Day’s lip from between his clamped teeth and rubbing the impressions left in their wake. “Brats get punished. You wouldn’t want me to have to punish you our first time together on camera. Would you?”
Day’s eyes went glassy and he nodded. “Yeah, probably.”
“Is that how you speak to me?” Jackson asked, his hands dropping to give Day’s ass a squeeze before he gave him a gentle swat.
“No, Daddy,” Day whispered.
Jackson rubbed the spot where he’d spanked Day, but then he cupped his face. “Say it again.”
Day swayed toward him. “No, Daddy.”
“Good. I need something to cover my face.”
Day stumbled back and walked to the dresser, pulling open the second drawer, sending all kinds of lace and fluff spilling out. He dug for a minute before turning back with two masks in his hands. One looked like something out ofPhantom of the Opera, but the other was just a black hood that left his nose, mouth, and chin exposed. ThePhantommask wouldn’t cover much, but the other looked like he was a professional wrestler. He took the hood and slipped it on.
This time, Day’s hands came to rest on Jackson’s cheeks, his shiny nails scratching gently over the older man’s beard. “You’re so hot, but you look a little like a thief,” Day said before chewing on his lower lip once more.
“Oh yeah?” Jackson said.
Day could only nod. Jackson wrapped his arms around him, gripping handfuls of his ass as he lifted Day up. His arms and legs came around him, and, for the first time, Jackson could feel how turned on Day was. “I mean, yeah. A really kinky one. One I’d let steal my virginity…if I hadn’t already promised it to my fans.”
“Is it stealing if you let me have it?” Jackson murmured.
“Would you take it if I refused?” Day countered, sounding like he hoped Jackson would be willing to play rough. Rough was fine, but Jackson wasn’t one for taking things by force. He preferred to ask nicely then dole out punishments when they were necessary.
Jackson shook his head, his lips finding Day’s in a kiss that lingered. He smelled like a flowery light perfume, and Jackson buried his nose behind Day’s ear where the scent seemed strongest, inhaling deep, dragging Day’s hips against Jackson’s so Day could feel what he was doing to him. “Limits?” he growled against Day’s ear.
Day didn’t hesitate, his words coming out in a breathless rush. “No penetrative sex. No water sports. No blood play. No humiliation. All my results are negative, and my safe word is unicorn. You?”
Jackson chuckled. Day was…something else. Something completely different than anything Jackson had encountered before. “The same?”
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.”
