“Can we please set up a time to talk?” Mason asked.
Javier smiled. “Sure. Call me.”
“Your phone’s disconnected. We don’t have a number for you.”
“My attorney does. Feel free to call him, and we’ll set something up when I’m free.”
Before they could retort, he slammed the door shut in their faces, turning the lock with a satisfying click. When it was clear there would be no further interaction, Bowie wilted beside him, melting into his side. “Oh, my God. They know.”
Javier pressed his lips to Bowie’s in a quick peck. “They don’t know shit because there’s nothing to know. Right, angel?”
Bowie took a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah, right.”
“Good. From now on, we don’t talk to the cops. For any reason. No matter how well intentioned they seem. Okay?” Bowie’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth again until Javier tugged it free. “Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Javier looked at Lawson pointedly. “Okay?”
“Man, you think I ever talk to those fools? Where I come from snitches end up in ditches.”
Javier took Bowie by the hand and led him back to the bedroom, closing the door before slipping his hands under Bowie’s shirt.
“What are you doing?” Bowie whispered.
“Getting you naked,” Javier whispered back.
“Why?”
Javier grinned. “To make sure you’re not wearing a wire.”
Bowie’s face cracked into a smile. “This is fucking scary.”
“We’re good, angel. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He dropped down to his knees in front of Bowie, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his pajama pants before dragging them down over his hips, Bowie’s hard cock slapping against his stomach. “What do we have here? Did talking to the cops turn you on?” he teased.
Bowie flushed to the tips of his ears. “You on your knees with your face two inches from my dick turned me on.”
Javier planted a hand against Bowie’s taut belly, pushing him until his back hit the door with a rattle. “Let’s see if I can help you with this.”
Bowie shook his head. “You don’t have—”
Javier fisted Bowie’s cock, already pink and leaking at the tip. “What was that?” he asked, leaning over to suck on the crown of his cock.
Bowie’s palms slapped the door hard enough to startle himself, smiling when Javier laughed at him. “Nothing. As you were.” When Javier didn’t move, Bowie tangled his fingers in his hair, dragging his face closer to his cock. “Come on. Chop chop. It’s not going to suck itself.”
Javier pinched Bowie’s inner thigh until he yelped. He yanked Javier’s hair in retaliation.
Lawson’s voice cut through the door, so close it sounded like he was in the room with them. “For fuck’s sake. I can hear you guys over the tv. Could you two please be a little quieter with whatever freaky sex games y’all got going on in there? Damn.”
Bowie slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling tiny aborted cries as Javier licked a stripe up one side of his cock and down the other before taking him deep and sucking his way back to the tip. Bowie’s free hand fisted in his hair, pulling Javier’s mouth back towards his leaking cock. He didn’t take him back in his mouth right away, running spit-slick lips over his length until Bowie made a noise of frustration.
Javier could do this all day. He dipped his head, sucking on Bowie’s balls, skimming fingertips across the tender skin behind, before looking up to gauge whether Bowie was panicking. Bowie’s hand had fallen away from his mouth, his head was tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted. Fuck. He loved watching Bowie fall apart. His face was so expressive.
Javier kissed his inner thigh before lifting Bowie’s leg and resting his knee over his shoulder. Bowie’s head snapped downwards, looking at Javier with wide eyes as he once more took his cock into his mouth, bobbing his head, as his fingers slipped between Bowie’s cheeks, running a finger over his hole but making no attempt to slip inside.
When Bowie realized Javier wasn’t going to try to penetrate him, his whole body relaxed, his face going slack as he gripped Javier’s hair in both hands, no longer waiting for him to suck him, instead working his cock in and out of Javier’s wet, willing mouth. Bowie used him with abandon, chasing his pleasure. Javier gripped Bowie’s hips, letting him know he could be rougher, harder. Anything he wanted. But it wasn’t necessary. Bowie’s muscles went rigid, and he gave a soft cry as he filled Javier’s mouth with his release.
Javier swallowed it all, sucking Bowie until he winced, pulling free. He pulled Javier up, crashing their lips together, tongue darting out like he wanted to taste himself. Bowie spun them, pushing Javier against the door, plunging his hand into his jeans, making a happy noise when he found Javier hard. He released him only long enough to drag his jeans down his hips, then licked his palm before gripping Javier’s cock.
