“Yeah. He said you busted into the department like some kind of avenging angel.”
Bowie could feel his skin grow hot to the tips of his ears. “I was mad. I just wanted answers. It was no big deal.”
“Maybe to you, but it was definitely a big deal to him. He turned the world upside down to see you again.”
Bowie bit his lip, trying and failing to hide his smile. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Uh-huh. I’m going out tonight. You know, in case you did want to have phone sex.”
“Oh, my God. Shut up,” Bowie shouted over his shoulder as he walked towards Javier’s room, slamming the door on Lawson’s laugh.
* * *
Bowie was already in bed when Javier finally called. He’d been watching the clock for an hour, had changed his underwear twice, trying to decide which one looked better with his black t-shirt before ditching the t-shirt entirely and starting the process all over again. He couldn’t remember ever being this nervous to talk to a boy before. But when the music started playing, indicating the call was coming through, Bowie hesitated.
When he finally answered, Javier immediately gave him that look, that up and down once over that made Bowie’s skin all hot and tingly. “Hey there, angel.”
“Hey, yourself,” Bowie managed.
“How was your day?” Javier asked.
He was stretched out on a bed, the white bedding beneath highlighting the bright colors of his tattoos and the golden hew of his face. He’d clearly been spending time in the sun. He looked gorgeous. His hair was a tiny bit longer, but, other than that, everything else was the same. It made Bowie ache to touch him. “Okay. Boring. You?”
Javier’s gaze seemed locked on Bowie’s face, like he didn’t want to look away. “Same.”
“Another day of lounging by the pool with your cousins? Sounds horrible,” Bowie teased.
Javier’s mouth hitched up in a half smile, his teeth catching on his bottom lip, before he said, “I’d much rather be lounging by the pool with you, angel. You know that.”
Bowie rolled his eyes, even as he blushed. “When are you coming home?”
“Soon. Why, you miss me?” Javier teased.
Bowie looked away and then back again, his hand covering his mouth. “You know I do.”
Javier smiled. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“You know I do,” Bowie said again, louder this time, emphasizing each word.
“I miss you, too, angel. You sure do look good in my bed.”
Bowie ran his thumb over his lower lip in a nervous gesture, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands.
“Do that again,” Javier said, voice raspy.
“What?” Bowie asked, swallowing hard.
“Run your thumb over your bottom lip.”
Bowie did as he asked. He thought he would feel stupid, but watching Javier’s pupils blow wide at the gesture made his semi-hard cock twitch in his boxer briefs.
Javier groaned. “I love your fucking mouth. It was the first thing I noticed about you.”
“Really?” Bowie asked.
“Really. Now, I can’t get it out of my head, especially knowing what it can do.”
Bowie’s breath hitched. Were they really doing this? Hadn’t this been his intention all along and the reason he hadn’t jerked off in the shower after work? Keeping it all for Javier. “I wish it had lasted longer, that I hadn’t—”
