“I don’t know. I find you pretty fucking entertaining. Who else would know off the top of his head that Asia has forty-eight countries?”
“I don’t think my knowledge of geographical trivia is enough to keep you entertained.”
“When we run out of things to talk about…” Jericho trailed off to kiss him softly. “I’ll just strip you naked…” The second kiss lasted longer, was a little dirtier. “…and slide into this tight little body until you’re screaming my name.”
Atticus could feel himself growing hard again. He pulled Jericho down until his mouth lingered just over his. “You’re obsessed with me screaming your name. I’ve never, ever screamed your name.”
Jericho chuckled. “Oh, but you do beg for it. ‘Fuck me, Jericho…please,’” he mimicked, but there was no malice behind it. If anything, he was turning himself on.
“So, no dinner?” Atticus teased.
“Oh, I plan on eating. I got something you can put in your mouth as well.”
Atticus snorted with laughter. “Wow.”
Jericho grinned and then laughed. “Too much? It was too much.”
“A little, yeah.”
“Fine. Let’s figure out dinner. We can watch a movie or something.”
“I don’t own a television.”
Jericho blinked at him for a full minute. “You’re killing me, Freckles. Tell me you at least have a laptop.”
Atticus nodded.
“Perfect. We can watch something on there.”
“Like what?” Atticus asked.
Jericho kissed his nose. “Whatever you like.”
Atticus shook his head. “I don’t really like anything.”
Jericho got a mischievous look in his eye that made Atticus inexplicably nervous when he said, “Then I’ll introduce you to my favorite movie.”
“Okay,” Atticus agreed hesitantly. “Wait, what’s your favorite movie?”
“I feel like, if I tell you that, you’ll preemptively judge it.”
Atticus gazed up into dark eyes. Objectively speaking, Jericho was beautiful in a rough and tumble kind of way. He was younger than Atticus, maybe by a good decade, but he had tiny crinkles in the corners of his eyes, and when he frowned, little lines formed on his forehead. It made Atticus itch to touch them. “I’m going to judge you, anyway. Might as well get it out of the way.”
“Fine.Labyrinth.”
Atticus barked out a surprised laugh.“You’re lying.”
“I’m not. My mom used to watch it with my brother and me. David Bowie in tight pants was my sexual awakening. That bulge…”
Atticus felt himself smiling. “So, it’s your favorite movie because you think David Bowie is hot?”
Jericho’s smile faded, his gaze dropping to Atticus’s lips. “No, Freckles. It’s my favorite movie because when he said,‘fear me, love me, and I will be your slave,’I realized that I had a very specific kink.”
Atticus felt goosebumps rise along his arms. “David Bowie?”
“No, somebody willing to submit to me anytime I wanted. I realized I would do just about anything for somebody willing to be good just for me.”
Atticus couldn’t even bring himself to get offended. “Is that what you think you’re getting from me?”
