Day’s eyes were closed, his head back, words spilling from his swollen red lips. “I need to come, Daddy. I need it. Please. Please.”
Jackson could listen to Day begging forever, especially if it meant being buried in the tight warmth of his hole.
He walked back to the bed and dropped Day on the mattress, pushing his legs up into his chest before sliding back into him. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Day’s gaze was glazed, and he bit down on his lip in a moan as his hand closed around his cock, and he began to stroke himself hard and fast, only worried about his desperate need to get off. Watching Day touch himself only drove Jackson closer to his own release. When Jackson shifted, Day gave a cry of surprise that turned into a long, low moan. “Oh, God. Right there. Right there. Oh, my God. Please don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m so close. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, Jackson. I’m gonna come.”
Day painted his stomach and chest with his release, his hole spasming around Jackson’s cock in a way that shot heat into his belly, that spread to his limbs, his balls tightening until his hips stuttered off rhythm and he was grinding into Day’s ass, cock throbbing as he came deep inside him.
Jackson stayed where he was until his brain came back online. When he went to withdraw from Day, he wrapped his legs around Jackson’s waist and whined. “No, not yet.”
Jackson chuckled, leaning down to kiss Day’s forehead, his nose, and finally his lips, his softening cock slipping free. Day groaned. Jackson padded naked into the bathroom, relieving himself and then wetting a washcloth, wiping himself down and then taking it to Day who was now on his belly, eyelids at half-mast as he watched Jackson come towards him.
Jackson cleaned him gently, checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt Day. He could see his cum leaking from Day’s hole. If Jackson could have gotten hard again, he would have. He gently slipped a finger back inside Day, who gasped at the unexpected intrusion. “You liked coming inside me,” Day said, voice muffled. “Do you have a breeding kink, you big perv?”
Did he? Jackson had never thought so before, but he couldn’t help the feeling building in him as he fingered Day’s loosened hole, feeling the wetness inside him. He pulled free, wiping his fingers off before gently cleaning Day once more and gathering him into his arms.
Day wiggled like a child trying to escape a parent’s embrace. “Is this cuddling?” he said grumpily. “I hate it.”
“You do not,” Jackson said. “Besides, I demand post-coital cuddles. Fight me.”
Day didn’t fight. If anything, he wiggled closer, molding himself against Jackson’s side and resting his head over his heart. “Fine. I guess this isn’t so bad.”
Jackson shook his head, smiling. “You don’t always have to be so prickly, you know.”
“My spirit animal is a porcupine,” Day muttered, sounding sleepy. “Was it okay?”
Jackson looked down at the top of Day’s head. “Was what okay? The sex?”
Day craned his head up. “No, my interpretive dance. Yes, the sex. Was it okay?”
So prickly. Jackson smiled. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
Day rubbed his face against Jackson’s chest. “I thought I did pretty good, but it’s nice to hear. Everybody likes compliments.”
Jackson laughed. “You are one of a kind, Dayton. I’ll give you that.”
“I’ll take it,” Dayton murmured sleepily.
“Go to sleep, Day. We have to be up early.”
Day didn’t respond. A moment later, the sound of soft snoring reached Jackson through his haze of sleep. He wrapped his arm around Day tighter, knowing that sleepy, cuddly Day wasn’t who Jackson would wake up with. Day might have decided that Jackson was worthy of his virginity, but he still wasn’t ready to trust Jackson with his heart. But Jackson was patient. He’d wait him out.
Day couldn’t stall forever. Could he?
Day sat in his own seat on the plane home, his socked feet tucked beneath him, clutching his venti quad shot mocha latte in his hands as he gazed out the window at the world below. Jackson sat across from him, his laptop open, typing furiously with just two fingers. Day took a sip of his coffee to hide his smile. He might not know how to type, but he knew it required more than just hunting and pecking with your pointer fingers, but Jackson seemed to have adapted just fine.
Jackson had woken him that morning with a gentle kiss on the cheek. Kevin had woken him up by plopping his fat furry ass on his chest and swishing his tail across his face. The ginger terror was now purring in his carrier on the seat beside Jackson, giving Day a supercilious look. Kevin was a smug cat. Day decided he didn’t like smug felines. He shifted to reach for his earbuds and winced as he put his full weight on his ass. No matter how good Jackson’s cock had felt last night, Day was paying for it this morning.
“Are you alright?” Jackson asked, brows knitted together in concern.
Day gave him a half smile. “I’m fine. Nothing a bit of time won’t fix.”
Jackson pushed a button on the chair. “I’m going to be taking a conference call for the next hour. Please don’t disturb us.”
“Yes, sir,” Paolo said, his tone making it clear that he didn’t think there was a conference call.
The look on Jackson’s face made Day think there was no conference call, either. What was Jackson up to? He stood, pulling Day up with him and leading him over to the bench seat. “Kneel.”
