Cas’s expression brightened. “Think so?”
“I do. You can trial run it on me if you want to.” It sounded incredibly complex to Jonah, and he might not get through even the first level, but Cas smiled like he was pleased, and that was all Jonah had been after anyway.
Cas stretched his neck and brushed a kiss over Jonah’s lips. “Hi.”
Jonah cupped Cas’s chin and held him there a little longer, breathing him in. “Hi.”
“So, did everything go according to plan?”
“Think so. No one asked too many questions. Madigan was Madigan. I’m pretty sure Sadie’s over in Europe trying to be an overachiever. She said she might actually show up for Christmas this year, but we’ll see.”
“She likes me.”
“You might be the only person in the world with that distinction. Nice theatrical flourish with all theAlice in Wonderlandstuff.” Cas preened, and Jonah ruffled his hair. “Pretty sure it unsettled a couple of folks there. Not that that’s a bad thing. Keeps them on their toes.” Jonah reached down and took the keyboard out of Cas’s lap then set it gingerly on the counter. God knew it was probably expensive, as far as keyboards went. He slid a hand down Cas’s bare chest and kissed the side of his neck. Then stopped short. “What’s this?”
“A bathing suit. Why’d you stop?”
“It is?” Jonah eyed the neon blue scrap of fabric stretched over Cas’s stiffening cock. It looked like a tiny scrap of a nautical flag masquerading as clothing.
“It is.” Cas tilted his head to find Jonah’s eyes again and gave him a wicked smile. “And I got you a matching one. I wasn’t sure about the whole banana hammock thing at first, then I tried it on and, well, imagining you in the same kinda sold me. Also, we’re currently residing in a tropical paradise. So.”
“You got us matching banana hammocks?” Jonah repeated, just to make sure he was clear in that regard. Would he wear a banana hammock? Most likely. Cas had some truly devious methods of persuasion.
“As a token of my love.” Cas nodded solemnly, then gasped as Jonah cupped his balls through the fabric.
“How very thoughtful of you.” Jonah resumed his trek down the side of Cas’s neck with a smile. He slipped a finger under the elastic band of the tiny briefs and stroked it lightly over Cas’s cock until he writhed and looped his arms around Jonah’s neck, trying to tug him closer. “How long have you been in here working?”
Cas gasped out as Jonah pulled his stiff cock free of the briefs and gripped it. “Eightish hours? Maybe? I don’t know. I woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep. Too excited.” He pushed into Jonah’s grip. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Jonah pulled out Cas’s waistband again and let it snap against his shaft, eliciting a yelp. “Come on, I need a shower. So do you. And I happened to notice there’s one conveniently located outside.”
“Mmm. Yeah. I jerked off in it last night.” Cas unfolded from the chair and stretched, giving Jonah an eyeful of endless pale skin and ink and the tiny triangle of spandex he was calling a bathing suit. It was growing on Jonah already.
“I think I need to see that for myself.”
Cas walked ahead of him outside, and looked back over his shoulder, obviously making sure Jonah was enjoying the view. He was. He was all but devouring it, and the moment they got outside, he pulled Cas to him and kissed him hard and deep, every pass of Cas’s tongue over his, every quiet moan, melting away the stress of the last few weeks. Cas worked his belt free, then the zipper on his pants, before moving to his shirt and tugging it insistently until Jonah broke their kiss to remove it.
Cas reached and turned on the spray. The showerhead was attached to the exterior of the house, along with a handheld sprayer, and there was a single slatted wall segmenting the view from the ocean—possibly there to keep someone from falling in, but otherwise, it was completely open. Jonah’s dick twitched as he imagined Cas standing under the spray in twilight, jerking his pretty cock.
“Don’t take it off yet,” he said as Cas started to push the bathing suit down his hips. Jonah stepped free of his pants, balls heavy, dick swelling at the sight of water cascading over Cas’s lithe body, funneling down the vee of his abs and plastering the spandex in an obscene outline of his stiffening cock.
Jonah stepped in close again, running his hands up Cas’s sides as Cas reached for his erection and gripped it tight, teasing the head of Jonah’s cock over his own covered crown. Jonah let his head fall back, eyes closing. His thumb found Cas’s nipple and rolled over the taut skin.
Blinking his eyes open, he stared at the tattoo on the side of Cas’s exposed neck. Cas relaxed his grip on Jonah, looking up at him from beneath his lashes expectantly.
“You like it?”
Jonah swallowed and nodded, unable to find the right words. They’d gotten tangled up, somehow, in the pummel of his heart as he swept his thumb over the fresh whorls of ink and then pressed into Cas’s skin.
“It’s a perfect match,” Cas confirmed, an odd tremor of shyness in his voice that made Jonah want to scoop him up. “I ummmm, might have gotten the print when you were sleeping.”
Cas’s pulse thrummed against the pad of his finger as Jonah’s brows flickered together. “I don’t sleep that hard.”
“You do when you get me off three times in a row.” Cas cut him a grin and closed his hand over Jonah’s, pressing his fingers tighter around his neck. “I missed you a whole hell of a lot.”
Jonah squeezed lightly then moved his thumb away to brush his lips over the inked thumbprint, disbelief gradually giving way to a different sensation. A fullness in his chest, warm like love or pleasure but less acute. Contentment.
Cas’s breath hitched as Jonah kissed him—languidly this time—soaking in the soft yield of his lips, the sweet slide of his tongue, and trying to convey what Jonah didn’t have words for. When Cas started to get restless and wiggly against him, he stepped back.
