Cas squirmed, hyper-focused on the perfect suction of Jonah’s mouth as well as the finger teasing at his entrance. He was getting close. He couldn’t help himself. Jonah looked so beautiful on his knees, those stormy gray eyes staring up at Cas in a way that let him know Jonah was in control even in the most submissive of positions.
“Jonah, please. Please. I’m so close. Please.”
At first, Cas wasn’t even sure Jonah heard him. He didn’t seem to acknowledge Cas’s words, but then Jonah’s finger was pressing into him, this perfect blunt pressure, slipping deeper with each thrust. Cas gasped at the slight burn of Jonah’s dry entry, but something about the pleasure-pain combo of Jonah’s mouth and finger just did it for Cas, just like Jonah spanking him at the massage parlor. His head fell back against the tile, eyes closed and mouth slack.
Cas couldn’t help himself. He gripped Jonah’s hair, fucking his mouth before rocking back on his finger, no longer capable of waiting, desperate for Jonah to give him more. When Jonah started to moan around Cas’s cock, he looked down to see Jonah jerking himself with his free hand. That was all it took for Cas’s orgasm to hit him like a school bus, coming down Jonah’s throat without even a hint of warning.
Jonah clearly didn’t mind. He sucked Cas dry, his finger pressing against Cas’s prostate until his knees almost gave out and he had to push Jonah away. As his finger slipped free of Cas’s body, he thought he’d return the favor, but before he could do anything, Jonah gave a hoarse shout, his release spilling over his fist and onto the tiles below. Jonah’s head fell against Cas’s belly and he could only hold him there, both of them too spent to form any coherent sentiment.
When they both found some semblance of sense, they finished their shower, the water almost frigid at that point. Jonah got out first, drying off and wrapping a towel around his waist. He made Cas stand, while Jonah sat on the toilet lid, slowly running a towel over Cas so he could inspect his staples.
“How’s it look?” Cas asked.
“Good. We should be able to take the staples out in a day or two, the edges are already closing. You’re lucky he just managed to graze you.”
“Seems like he’s the lucky one,” Cas observed. “Imagine if he’d really hurt me.”
Jonah gave him a stern look. “I don’t want to imagine that, Cas.”
“You worry too much,” Cas said.
Jonah’s phone rang from his pants pocket, the vibrations causing his belt buckle to rattle against the tile. He sighed and fished it free with a frown. “Jonah,” he barked, by way of greeting. He listened for a minute before grunting. “It’s for you.” Putting the phone on speaker, he set it on the counter and then continued to dry Cas off.
“Hey, what’s up,” Cas said, raising his voice instinctively.
“Why does it sound like you’re talking to me from an echo chamber?”
“We’re in the bathroom,” Cas blurted, gaze cutting to Jonah.
“Kinky. It’s about time,” Red said drolly. “So, listen. Annie’s dead.” It took Cas a minute to remember Annie was the masseuse at the massage parlor. The one Cas had never gotten to question at length. Cas wasn’t sure what to say about this new information or the sunny way Red delivered the news of her death, so he kept quiet as he exchanged a glance with Jonah.
When neither of them spoke, Red continued. “She sent me a message right before she died, telling me she thinks she figured out something about that list she’d been asked for. Turns out, those names might not have been so useless after all. She gave me the name of a contact who said he had inside information, but he’ll only meet up at the Warwick Drive-In about an hour and a half from midtown. Can you meet in a couple of days?”
Before Cas could respond, Jonah scoffed. “How do we know we can trust this guy?”
“You don’t, I suppose, but Annie was good people. I don’t think she would have sent me this guy as a set-up. She was in the information business like Cas. She wasn’t a killer.”
“We’ll be there. Send Jonah the specifics,” Cas said before Jonah could ask anything else.
“Excellent. Now that that’s out of the way, wanna spill the tea as to why both of you are in the bathroom together?”
“Goodbye, Red.” Jonah ended the call and glared at Cas. “You should’ve checked with me before agreeing to that meeting.”
Cas usually would have blown up about Jonah’s dominant statement. Instead, he dropped into Jonah’s lap, straddling his hips and wrapping his arms around his neck. “If you want to boss me around when we’re in bed…” Cas trailed off, kissing Jonah. “Spank me, tie me up, pull my hair, hold me down, and make me take it, I’m definitely down.” He licked the hollow of Jonah’s throat, the corded tendon of his neck, dragging his teeth along that spot just behind his ear. “But you are not now nor ever allowed to tell me what to do when it comes to how—or who—I do business with. Not unless I now get to have a say in your business dealings, too. That’s non-negotiable.” Cas leaned back to look Jonah in the eyes. “Understood?”
“Go back to the part where you said I could hold you down and make you take it,” Jonah rumbled, expression feral. “Make you take what, exactly?”
“Don’t act like you don’t need some time to recover from our shower, old man,” Cas said, slipping from Jonah’s lap.
Jonah’s hand cracked across Cas’s bare ass. “Old man?”
“Yeah, but a sexy one, like Clooney or Brad Pitt.”
Cas giggled at the affronted look on Jonah’s face. “Those guys are fucking fifty years old, Cas. How old do you think I fucking am?”
Cas shrugged, knowing full well Jonah was barely into his thirties. “Forty…ish?”
At Jonah’s narrowed gaze, Cas started to run, but his staples reminded him he was a sitting duck. Jonah easily caught up to him, grasped him by the shoulders and force-walked him toward the bedroom. “What was that about spanking you?”
