It was all so much. There’d been the odd hookup here and there, but nothing like this. Nothing like how Jackson was trying to claim Day’s body in every conceivable way, penetrating him so thoroughly, Day couldn’t think of anything else. It wasn’t fair. It felt like Jackson was playing dirty somehow, reading what Day needed and giving it to him without him even asking.
Day could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body, could feel himself losing his ability to control the way he worked his cock up into Jackson’s fist. When Jackson pushed a second finger inside him, Day pulled off his cock. “Please. Can I come? It feels so good, Daddy. I need to come,” he begged.
“No,” Jackson said, tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. He twisted his fingers inside Day, dragging his knuckles over his prostate until Day moaned like someone out of an adult movie.
“Please, Daddy. You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck my mouth, come down my throat, come on my face. Anything. Please.”
Jackson worked him faster, dragging a helpless cry from Day. “I can already do whatever I want to you. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
Day sobbed, frustration welling up within him. He’d edged himself on camera so many times, but it was nothing like this, nothing like feeling like he was two seconds from exploding into a million little pieces.
“Did I say you could stop sucking my dick?” Jackson asked.
Day tongued over Jackson’s balls, sucking gently, before taking Jackson back in his mouth, working his tongue along the thick vein of his shaft, slipping a finger between Jackson’s cheeks to tease over his hole.
That earned Day a low growl of warning or maybe of pleasure. Day didn’t know but he wanted to find out. He did it again, just ghosting the pad of his finger over the puckered entrance.
Suddenly, Jackson’s hand disappeared. “You can come now, you little tease.”
Jackson’s mouth closed over Day’s cock and sucked him down while his fingers twisted inside Day until his knees were shaking and he was sucking Jackson because he didn’t know what else he could do. His hands spasmed, fingers gripping the comforter as he fucked into the heat of Jackson’s mouth over and over again, each thrust more shallow than the last. He pulled off Jackson to mutter, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Jackson didn’t pull off, just held Day in place as he writhed and cried, spilling over Jackson’s tongue, moaning as Jackson tried to suck him dry.
As soon as he pulled off, Jackson said, “Open up.”
Day didn’t question him, just opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, watching as Jackson jerked his swollen cock with long strokes, swiping his thumb over the tip and working his precum and Day’s saliva back over his shaft. Day let his fingers find Jackson’s balls, massaging them and teasing the spot just behind. Jackson snarled, and then he was painting over Day’s lips, his tongue, even his hair and the mattress.
After a minute, Jackson collapsed on the bed, his head still facing Day’s feet. Day startled as Jackson laid his head on his belly and pushed his thigh under Day’s head. Neither spoke, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, which, somehow, made Day feel worse. Uncomfortable was good. Uncomfortable meant it wouldn’t happen again. He didn’t want to get used to the feel of Jackson’s beard on his belly or the way his fingers skimmed along his skin. But even though he didn’t want to get used to it, he already knew it was going to happen again and again.
Jackson placed a kiss on Day’s belly once more, just over his belly button in that same infuriatingly sweet gesture, and then sat up. “Turn off your cameras and come shower with me.”
Day rolled away from Jackson and sat up, facing the wall. “I-I have a lot of editing to do. I’ll just take a quick shower in here and then get to it. I don’t like to be late putting up my videos.”
Jackson was quiet for a minute, then Day felt him stand, and suddenly, he was in Day’s space, lifting his chin with a finger. “Okay. Do your edits. Keep that hustle. Whatever you need to do. But, next time, maybe we do this without the cameras. This can be just about sex if that’s what you need, but I always get what I want eventually.”
Day swallowed the lump in his throat. “And what is it you want?”
Jackson laughed and dropped a kiss on his head. “You, Dayton.”
Panic, sharp as a scalpel, sliced through him, causing him to jerk to his feet. “Don’t. Don’t say things like that. You-You have no-no idea…” Day snapped his mouth shut as he heard himself stuttering over his words. It had taken years to get past that, and now, in less than a day, Jackson was reducing him to an idiot. “Just…just don’t. Okay? I don’t need that. I’m not that guy.”
“Hey, relax. I wasn’t trying to freak you out. If you want this to just be about sex, then it’s just sex. Good sex. Mind blowing sex.”
Day could feel himself breathing hard and tried to pull it together. “Yeah. Sure. The sex was amazing. I’m going to go take that shower now.” He left Jackson standing there, staring after him.
With the door closed and locked, he slid down and sat on the cold tile, bringing his knees to his chest and covering his hands with his face. What was wrong with him? He’d just made himself look so fucking stupid. He’d gone from cool and flirty to a hot fucking mess in less than twenty-four hours. That was a new record for him. He just wasn’t fit to be around other people. He was too messed up.
He took deep breaths, trying to quell the tears and anxiety welling up from within. It was just the hookup. That was all. Day had vowed a long time ago that he’d never go down on his knees for anybody ever again. Not after years of dealing with Carl, but he’d done it for Jackson without thought. He’d never even considered saying no. He shoved his thumbs into his eyes, trying to scrub away the memories flooding in on him, but they were relentless. The smell of Old Spice and sweat. The sound of heavy breathing and his weird breathy grunts. The way Carl’s gut would press against his forehead as he forced Day down. The feel of his hands in Day’s hair. His apartment that always stunk of cigarettes and garbage.
“You’re lucky I like you, kid. I’m saving you a lot of money this way. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your little girlfriend about our arrangement. I don’t think she could handle any more bad news. Do you?”
Day jerked forward, just barely making it to the toilet before his stomach heaved. Thankfully, there was painfully little left in him. He sat there, with his head on the toilet rim, for five minutes until he was sure the nausea had passed then finally turned on the shower. He undressed carefully, making sure not to snag his hose. They were the most expensive part of his outfits. When he was naked, he got under the heavy stream of water, enjoying the pulsing sensation of the shower head as it beat down on his sore muscles. He washed quickly but stayed under the spray until his fingers were pruny and his eyes were heavy.
Once he was safely wrapped in a towel, he stood in front of the mirror, drying his hair and trying to style it with his fingers. His lips and cheeks were red from where Jackson’s beard had brushed against him. He trailed his fingertips over the areas, closing his eyes so he could try to relive what it felt like to kiss Jackson.
Day shook his head. He didn’t belong there. Jackson was everything Day wanted in a guy, except that he was clearly unhinged. Who looked at somebody like Day and just acted like this could be more than it was? Maybe he was just trying to make Day feel better? Jackson did seem rather old-fashioned. Opening doors and buying Day food. That had to be it.
Hopefully, Jackson had taken the hint and realized that Day wasn’t in the market for a hero or a Prince Charming. Just somebody to keep him alive until they caught a murderer. He just needed to find a way to show Jackson that Day wasn’t Cinderella, he was the pumpkin.
