God, Day had missed this. Had missed feeling wanted. “Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy. I need it so bad.”
“Bad enough to ride Daddy right here in the car?” Jackson murmured, forcing a second finger in with the first and curving his fingers into Day’s prostate, driving a guttural moan from him.
“Oh, fucking fuck. Yes, Daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes,” Day chanted, long past caring about his spent cock or how oversensitive every nerve ending felt. He just wanted Jackson inside him.
The next couple of minutes were a comedy of errors and muttered apologies with seats moving too slow and Day’s ass in the passenger window and even Jackson’s zipper getting stuck and him ripping his jeans like the hulk, but as soon as Day straddled him and felt the thick head of Jackson’s cock sliding home, all laughter stopped. Day swallowed the lump in his throat as he sank down onto Jackson, his body readjusting to Jackson’s sensual invasion one inch at a time.
It hurt. Not like Day usually hurt those days, more a sharp sting, like his body fighting to remember. Day didn’t care if it hurt. Having Jackson back inside him was everything. Having Jackson grip his hips and look at him like he was beautiful and wanted and normal felt like everything Day had missed these past four months.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and warm. I missed this,” Jackson told him, almost like he could read Day’s mind. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
It was an odd comment seeing as how they were almost always together, but Day let it go, kissing Jackson as he started thrusting up into Day with purpose, each thrust driving the breath from Day as he panted against Jackson’s lips. Day didn’t get hard again, just clung to Jackson. Day didn’t care about getting off again. He just wanted Jackson’s touch, his scent, the feel of his breaths and the way he moved inside him, like Day was the most important thing in his world.
Day could feel Jackson was close, his thrusts erratic as he started to drive up into Day while dragging his body down to meet him, again and again, until he gave one last hard thrust. He pulled Day down, their mouths colliding as Jackson gave a hoarse shout as his cock throbbed inside Day, spilling his release.
Day collapsed on top of Jackson with a satisfied sound. “That was just what I needed.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
Day stayed where he was, Jackson’s softening cock still inside him. Jackson’s fingertips traced patterns on Day’s back while he hid his face in the crook of Jackson’s neck.
“What did you mean earlier?”
“What did I mean about what, baby?” Jackson asked groggily.
“You said you’ve missed me. We see each other all the time.”
Jackson gave a heavy sigh that shook Day to his core. It was a sigh that spoke volumes. “Yeah, I know, beautiful. But once a month, like clockwork, you start to pull away from me again, and then I have to start over with you, scale your new reinforced slightly higher walls.” Day didn’t pick his head up. He couldn’t. He didn’t want Jackson to see his tears. “I know why you do it, and I don’t even mind that I’m the only one you do it to, but when you get into those phases where you withdraw into yourself, it’s lonely out here. Especially when I’m all alone. These last couple of weeks have been the longest you’ve shut me out.”
Day did sit up when it became clear Jackson had said his peace. Day opened his mouth to deny the allegations, but, instead, his words just started spilling from his mouth and the tears started rolling down his cheeks unbidden, like Jackson had performed some spell. “I don’t mean to do it, Jackson. I swear, I don’t. I have these nightmares that I wake up one morning and I’m all alone and everything between us is gone and I’m just this disfigured freak, all alone in my hospital bed, and he’s won because he took you away from me.”
Day’s stomach dropped when he saw Jackson’s gaze soften, like he felt sorry for Day, but he couldn’t stop talking. It was like somebody had opened the floodgates, and it just kept pouring out of him.
“You call me beautiful, but I don’t even recognize my face. I know you all think I’m crazy, but I get scared that you’re all just humoring me and you are only sticking around because you don’t want to leave your crippled boyfriend, and that scares me, not only because I don’t know how to live without you now, but because my friends and family were your friends and family first, and if I lose you…” Day sobbed. “If I lose you, I lose everybody.”
Jackson stared at Day in stunned silence for a full minute as Day’s insides shriveled. But then Jackson was cupping his face. “Jesus, Dayton. Why haven’t you said anything? Why are you so afraid to talk to me? I need you to hear me. Are you listening?” Day gave a hesitant nod, tears still falling. “Good. I’m never leaving you, Day. Ever. And not because I feel sorry for you. You’re not disfigured. I know you are going through a lot because you look different, but different doesn’t mean bad. I call you beautiful, because you are beautiful, inside and out, but even if you weren’t…even if that fucking piece of shit had mangled your face, I wouldn’t fucking care. Your friends wouldn’t care. Our family wouldn’t care. You are more than your pretty face. Christ, Day. I love you. We all love you.”
“I don’t mean to be like this, I swear,” Day sobbed.
Jackson dropped his forehead to Day’s. “You can be crazy if that’s what you need. But please, don’t think I don’t love you. Please, stop shutting me out. If you are feeling insecure and you need me to tell you all the things I love about you, then tell me and I will. I will tell you when you first wake up in the morning and I’ll tell you when you fall asleep at night if that’s what you need. I told you months ago. I’m all in.”
“You didn’t even know me then,” Day whispered, then sniffled.
“Yeah, I did. I’ve known you my whole life. I just hadn’t found you yet. My gut has never been wrong.”
Day’s heart stuttered off beat at Jackson’s words, but Day just gave him a watery smile. “You really are so corny and romantic.”
Jackson kissed Day’s lips. “You love it. Admit it.”
“I love you,” Day promised.
“That’s a start.”
Dayton sat in his office with his feet up on the desk, his headphones in his ears and his microphone in front of his mouth. He didn’t look at the screen, just listened to the English translation and repeated it in French as his computer transcribed it onto the document before him. He glanced at the clock on his desk. It was ten after seven and they should have been gone twenty-minutes ago. Day smiled. Leave it to Jackson to make them late for their own company Christmas party.
When Day saw Jackson’s office door open, he ended his document and saved it so he could start again on Monday. Jackson shook the other man’s hand and headed towards Day’s office. He looked so handsome in his navy blue Hugo Boss suit with his crisp white shirt and black tie. “Hey, Daddy,” Day purred when Jackson reached the door.
Jackson grinned. “Hey, yourself, beautiful. You ready to go?”
