And for the first time, he knew exactly who he wanted to fill it.
It had been a gamble inviting Jamie here. But if they were going to give a relationship an honest try, he wanted Jamie to see him dance, and needed him to understand that this was a part of his life.
Now that Jamie was there, standing in front of him, Tyler wasn’t sure he’d made the right call. Jamie had said he was fine, that he wanted in, but had he changed his mind? He’d watched Tyler work the room, grinding on laps, shaking his ass in the faces of strangers.
If this job was a dealbreaker, it was better to know now. “Are you okay?” Tyler asked.
Jamie exhaled heavily, bracing his hands on his hips. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked at Tyler like he was barely keeping himself together. “I–fuck, Tyler. Do you have any idea how good you look right now?”
There was no point in lying. He smirked. “Yeah.”
“Of course you do,” Jamie said, his voice rough and ragged. “I…I want to touch you. So fucking bad.”
Tyler felt a flare of heat in his chest. He gripped the desk tighter. “You do?”
A desperate laugh fell from Jamie’s mouth. “Are you kidding? Your legs? Those shorts? That fucking jock?”
“Some of the dancers wear old school white jocks, but I’ve always preferred lace,” Tyler admitted. He liked to play with fashion, mixing big sweaters and utilitarian fabrics with delicate lace and feminine blouses and skirts. Nothing compared to the feeling of silk or satin against his bare skin.
Tyler’s skin was hot, his nipples sensitive from the silver bars brushing against the loose fabric of his t-shirt, and his cock already hard and pressing against the lace jock he wore under his shorts.
“You are…” Jamie said, taking a step closer to him, his hands gesturing up and down Tyler’s body. “You were fucking beautiful on that stage. I can’t–the way you dance, Tyler. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life”
“Then touch me, Jamie.”
Jamie froze, his body going unnaturally still. “Do you really mean that,” he whispered.
“If you don’t, then I’ll find someone else,” Tyler said, shrugging his shoulders and hoping his face projected teasing indifference.
That got Jamie moving again. “No, no, no.” His head shook as he advanced, each step slow and calculated. “That’s not going to work for me.”
Well, fuck. That possessiveness was sure as hell working for Tyler. “Oh yeah?”
“No.” Jamie loomed close now, his broad chest filling Tyler’s vision. “You said you were in, Tyler. And if you’re in, then no one else is going to touch you. Not when you’re mine.”
When he looked up, all Tyler saw were mossy eyes and that full, wide mouth that he wanted. He wanted, he wanted,he wanted. “Are we really doing this?” Tyler asked, needing to hear Jamie say it, just one more time.
Jamie’s hand found the side of Tyler’s neck, sliding up until it cupped his jaw. The rough pad of his thumb brushed over hischeek, sending a shiver of pleasure across his skin. One of Jamie’s brows arched, his mouth curving up in a smile. “I’m in if you are.”
Tyler barely had time to nod before Jamie kissed him.
It was almost rough, the way their mouths met. Tyler let out a soft, broken moan as Jamie’s tongue slid against his, curling and demanding. He felt the kiss in his whole body, and he felt silly for waiting, for holding himself back when he could have hadthis.
Yes.A million times yes.
It was a hungry, desperate kiss. There was no pretense, as though all the talking in circles they’d done over the past weeks had eroded any remaining patience Jamie might have had. Tyler met him, equally starved.
Tyler clung to the front of Jamie’s sweatshirt, pressing himself against the large, warm body in front of him. Their hips met, only an accidental brush, and Tyler gasped against Jamie’s mouth and tried to move closer.
Jamie ripped away with a growl. Tyler stared up at him, at his wet, swollen lips and wild eyes.
“Fuck, do you see how hard I am justseeingyou like this?” Jamie’s voice came out rough and clumsy. Tyler watched, mouth open, as Jamie’s un-bandaged hand closed around the bulge pressing against the front of his pants. “Just look at you, Tyler. Fuck, you want to be touched so bad, don’t you?” Jamie’s grip tightened around himself, and Tyler’s knees threatened to buckle as heat surged low in his belly.
It was too easy to imagine that hand on him. Touching him, covering him, surrounding him completely. Tyler knew Jamie’s touch could be his undoing.
“If you want it, then tell me,” Jamie’s voice was closer now. Tyler hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, and when he forced them open, Jamie’s face was hovering in front of his. Up close, he could see the freckles on his nose and the dirty blonde of his lashes. He could see the rough layer of blonde stubble on his cheeks. “If you need it, let me give it to you,” Jamie went on, hisvoice dropping into a lower register as he leaned in closer, running the tip of his nose across Tyler’s cheek. “Let me touch you like you’re mine. I’ll be patient. Sweet, if you need it. But you have to tell me it’s what you want, or else I’m going to walk out that door.”
Oh, he was good. He was too fucking good.“Please,” Tyler whispered, his hips canting forward of their own will. “I need it so bad, so fucking bad, I don’t know if I can–”
