“I don’t feel…anything. I’m just…blank.”
Javier reached over and snagged his hand, squeezing it. “You’re just in shock. I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. You’ve been through a lot over the last couple of months.”
Bowie shook his head. “I don’t think that’s it. I mean, I’ve definitely been through a lot. But I just don’t care if people want me dead. I’m not trying to be fatalistic or emo. I don’t want to die or anything. But if I get to die knowing that piece of shit never does to anybody else what he did to me, so be it. You know?”
Javier’s frown deepened, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring like he was trying to regain his composure before he said, “You’re not dying. Do you hear me? I’m going to figure this out. We just need a little more time, okay?”
Bowie didn’t want to upset Javier, so he just nodded, leaning over as far as the seatbelt allowed to kiss his cheek, then rested his head on his shoulder. It wasn’t comfortable—the console dug into his ribcage—but he didn’t care. He needed the warmth seeping through his shirt, into Bowie’s skin, like flowers needed sunlight.
He didn’t want to argue. He knew Javier meant it. But these people clearly had homicidal tendencies, too, and they seemed pretty sure Bowie was the reason Giordano was dead. And he was. Whatever happened, that was on Bowie. And he was okay with that.
Back at Javier’s apartment, he sent Bowie to shower, smacking him gently on the butt and pushing him towards the bedroom…alone. He said he had a few more phone calls to make…to somebody.
Bowie did as he was told, scrubbing himself just in case Javier planned to make good on his threat to thoroughly inspect his body. Once finished, he toweled off before padding naked from the bathroom directly into Javier’s arms. “Did you save any hot water for me?”
Bowie scrunched his face as if thinking. “Maybe. A little?”
Javier cupped his face and kissed him in a way that promised more to come, running his lips along the damp column of Bowie’s throat, his voice low as he all but growled, “Wait for me on the bed. I’m going to take a shower.”
Bowie found it hard to think of a verbal response with Javier’s hands now trailing along his spine to cup his ass, his goodbye kiss lingering until Bowie whined into his mouth. Javier stepped back, winking before he disappeared into the bathroom. Bowie dropped the towel on top of the hamper, then collapsed onto the snowy white sheets.
Was Javier thinking of Bowie in there? Was he getting himself hard? He let his eyes fall closed, wrapping a hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking himself slowly. The idea of Javier standing under the shower jets, completely naked, water beading up and following the curve of his hip, his thighs, dripping from his perfect dick. Bowie should have insisted they shower together. Wanted to be on his knees for Javier, suck the water from his skin, feel him harden on Bowie’s tongue. Memories from the night before returned, the way they’d rubbed off on each other, Javier thrusting between Bowie’s legs, rocking against him in this dirty imitation of sex.
“Starting without me, angel?” Javier murmured a second before the bed dipped and he was raising Bowie’s leg to slip in-between his thighs. His hand followed the line of Bowie’s limb, marveling at his flexibility. “Damn, you sure are bendy.”
Bowie dragged Javier down on top of him. “You have no idea,” he said against his mouth, tongue slipping between the seam of his lips.
Javier broke off the kiss, raising up onto his forearms before dipping his head to tease one of Bowie’s nipples with his tongue, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth. His cock throbbed in time with each pull of Javier’s lips. When he moved to his other nipple, Bowie groaned, his hand threading into Javier’s damp hair.
“Fuck. That feels so good.”
Javier chuckled, mouth dragging lower, biting along the ridges of Bowie’s abs, tongue tracing the dip of his hips. Bowie liked where it was going, bit his bottom lip in anticipation of Javier’s mouth on him. Instead, his lips dragged along Bowie’s side until he giggled.
“Stop, that tickles.”
Javier looked at him with a mock seriousness that made his heart trip in his chest. “I told you, angel. I take my job seriously. I plan to thoroughly inspect your whole body.”
“Maybe not that spot,” Bowie said, erupting in a cackle as Javier buried his face against his side, pretending to bite at him like a shark. “Stop, I’m ticklish. Stop,” he begged around his involuntary laughter.
Javier did stop. He slid down, locking eyes with Bowie as he lifted his leg, kissing his inner thigh before sliding higher. “Better?”
Bowie licked his bottom lip, suddenly losing his ability to speak, settling for nodding his head as Javier nosed at Bowie’s balls before sucking each one into his mouth. He moaned, hips arching, hands threading in Javier’s hair, trying to drag him where he wanted him.
“Uh-uh, angel. Not yet.”
Bowie whined as Javier trailed his way down Bowie’s leg, teasing behind his knee, kissing the bone of his ankle, the top of his foot. It was maddening and weirdly sexy, but when Javier worked his way up the other side and didn’t immediately swallow Bowie’s cock, he felt slighted. “Hurry up.”
Javier looked up at him, expression almost feral, and the bottom fell out of Bowie’s stomach. He pushed Bowie’s legs higher, gripping him beneath his knees, spreading him open in a way that made Bowie feel exposed and vulnerable…but not afraid. He wasn’t afraid of Javier.
A helpless whimper escaped as Javier’s tongue licked across his entrance, then, suddenly, it was gone. “This okay?” Javier asked.
Bowie pushed his head back down, trying to move him where he wanted him. “Yes, don’t stop.”
Javier’s responding laugh was as sexy as it was infuriating, then Bowie stopped caring about anything but Javier’s mouth on him because holy fuck, Javier went at Bowie’s hole with the same slow, methodical pressure as he kissed, taking him apart a piece at a time until he could only bite down on his lower lip, trying not to beg for more every time Javier speared his tongue past that tight ring of muscle.
Bowie wrapped his hand around his cock, but Javier batted it away. “Uh-uh. That’s my job.”
“Well, then do it or I’m firing you,” Bowie moaned, exasperated.
