Bowie tried to smile back but his brain and body had severed communication. It wasn’t like Bowie had never topped before; he had, but never with somebody like Javier. Of course, there really wasn’t anybody like Javier.
Bowie tackled him, knocking him backward and straddling his hips. “Who are you?”
Javier shook his head, amused. “You keep asking me that, angel. You know more about me than anybody…even my mom. I’m just me.”
Bowie stared at him. He couldn’t help it. Why did Javier have so much fucking faith in him? “Why are you so honest with me? I could blow up your whole world with what I know about you.”
Javier’s returning smile had heat pooling low in his belly and his cock twitching beneath his sweatpants. “If anybody’s going to ruin my life, I guess I’d rather it be you.”
Bowie pressed their foreheads together before kissing him softly. “That’s, by far, the weirdest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“What can I say? I’m a romantic.” Javier sat up and dumped Bowie on the mattress before grabbing the comforter and pulling it up over both of them and manhandling him into a big spoon position. Bowie let himself be pushed and pulled before draping an arm around Javier’s naked body. “What are we doing?”
“Going back to bed, angel. It’s too fucking early.”
* * *
Bowie woke to a buzzing beside his head. When he opened his eyes, Javier was sitting on the mattress beside him, holding his cell phone. “It’s Ballerina Barbie. The one always eyeballing me outside the school.”
Bowie frowned, sliding the green dot to answer. “‘ello?” he rasped.
“Are you sleeping? It’s, like, eleven in the morning?” Odette said, sounding scandalized.
Bowie groaned. “It’s my day off.”
“We’re all off on Sundays. You’re not special.”
Bowie rolled his eyes. “Can I help you with something?
“Uh, yeah. You have a package here.”
Bowie dragged himself into a sitting position. Nobody sent him mail. At least, none that came in anything but an envelope. Usually a request for money. “From who?”
“Uh, no name. Just, like, an obnoxious gold box with an obscene amount of hearts, flowers, and even a few gaudy balloons.”
“What the fuck?” Bowie muttered. His gaze dragged to Javier’s, who studied Bowie’s face with alarming intensity. He covered the phone. “I don’t suppose you bought me a really tacky present and sent it to my apartment?”
“If I was going to buy you a present, angel, I’d give it to you here. You’re never home anymore.”
Bowie’s insides grew warm despite their current situation. Even though nothing Odette said should, on its surface, be alarming, Bowie was uneasy.
“Yeah, that’s what I said when Alice dropped it on the table. I think it’s, like, food. Like, something’s leaking. Can you just…come get it?”
Bowie’s gaze once more flicked to Javier’s as he swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
“What’s wrong?” Javier asked.
“Some secret admirer left me some elaborate package at my house and Odette says it’s leaking.”
Bowie’s blood froze in his veins when Javier’s face dropped. “Tell her we’ll be in there in thirty minutes. Tell her not to touch anything.”
Bowie opened his mouth to deliver the message. “Javier—”
Odette cut him off. “I heard him. I’ll tell the others to get dressed. You’re freaking me out. Hurry up.”
With that, she was gone. Bowie frowned at Javier. “Should I be worried?”
Javier shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. Get dressed, angel. Be quick. I’m going to go make a phone call.”
