“It’s maybe two pairs against a straight.”
“Better than folding.”
“Thank you for listening,” he said, exhaling loudly.
“Please go eat a meal that costs more than the rent you’re supposed to pay me.”
“I promise.” Jace smiled and ended the call, tossing his phone onto the counter before stripping out of his shirt. He kicked his clothes into a pile and stepped into the shower.
The water was still hot enough to burn and he hissed, gritting his teeth as he turned beneath the spray so the water could slide down his back. He’d taken a long time on the phone with Remington, but he’d needed to hear the delicate lilt of his best friend’s voice. As soon as he’d ended the call, though, all he could hear was Callahan.
Convince me, he’d said, and Jace had given it his all.
He’d promised himself one last wank and he was going to take it. He knew better than to jack off with conditioner or soap, so he flung the curtain open and grabbed the little lotion bottle from the toiletry display on top of the toilet, then he squirted some into his hand and pulled the curtain closed again.
Callahan’s kiss was still hot in his mouth as he took himself in hand, stifling a groan. It was too much, to remember the way Callahan’s lips were so round and soft, and the way his cock thickened and pushed against Jace’s hip after only seconds of contact between their mouths. The things he could do to that man if he only had more time. He wouldn’t even need a bed.
Jace would ruin Callahan for any man or woman who came after him, and he would relish the opportunity. He’d tie Callahan down and wring every orgasm he’d ever dreamt of out of his body, and then two more for good measure. Then he’d go. Just like he’d done before, and he’d do it all before Callahan could do it to him. He’d part on his terms. End things the way he wanted.
Then he’d be able to take the memories of Callahan’s fingers and face and cock with him, and if he wanted to think about it, he could, but if he didn’t…he wouldn’t have to. He’d orchestrated the situation, he’d called the shots. He was in control.
His orgasm snuck up on him, and he came before he’d really had a chance to get started. He’d only imagined Callahan in generalizations and vague ideas, nothing concrete or tangible.
As far as last wanks went, that one was the worst he’d ever had.
He frowned as his cum washed down the drain, then he cleaned himself as quickly as he could and turned off the water. Jace wrapped a towel around his waist and gathered up his clothes and his phone and returned to the bedroom, dumping everything onto the bed. He’d been serious before. There was no way he was going to sleep on the couch for the weekend.
Jace could hear the TV on in the other room, so he dried off and dressed, opting for a pair of slim cut black slacks and a white button up. He rolled his sleeves up to his forearms and undid the top button. He didn’t bother with shoes and socks since they had time, but he worked his fingers through his hair, then sprayed on some of the cologne Remington had insisted he bring.
He found Callahan sitting on the couch in the same clothes he’d been in before, so Jace sat down beside him. Callahan breathed in, his lips pulling down at the corners.
“Do I smell funny?” Jace asked, fanning out his shirt to catch a whiff of the borrowed fragrance. He didn’t normally wear cologne, but he didn’t think it was a bad smell.
“No. It’s just that cologne doesn’t smell like you.”
Jace squinted in confusion, turning to face Callahan, who stared at the small exposed sliver of Jace’s chest. “What do I smell like?”
Callahan blinked quickly and cleared his throat, his cheeks darkening. He covered them with his hands and looked back at the TV.
Jace was fucked.
There was no way his shitty shower wank was the last time he’d get off thinking about this man beside him. He was probably going to jack off later that night thinking about Callahan again. He was a fool. But he could keep it at all to himself. He could save face. He’d tried already, more than once, to bring Callahan around and he’d been rebuffed at every turn. He didn’t need to be told three times, and he was ashamed he’d needed to be told the second.
Even if Callahan hadn’t turned him down in as many words, his actions spoke volumes, and Jace knew when he pushed too hard.
“Eucalyptus,” Callahan murmured.
Jace’s nostrils flared at Callahan’s answer. “That’s my soap at home.”
“What’s this then?” Callahan dropped his hands into his lap and stared at his palms.
“A cologne my roommate told me to bring.” He smelled himself again. “Do you hate it? I can rinse it off.”
Jace stopped himself from speaking. He wasn’t one to change himself to please a man, and he wasn’t going to start doing so with a pretend boyfriend either. He’d never been big on cologne, but this one was nice enough. It was earthy. The spray reminded Jace of rain and moss and wet rocks, but in a sexy way.
His brain provided him an image of him and Callahan in the rain, Callahan’s body spread out against a rock wall, naked, as the rain battered sideways at them. Jace buried himself to the hilt with one easy thrust, his fingers twisting and pulling at Callahan’s hardened nipples.
Well, now he knew what he was going to jack off about later.
