He stood up and strode out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time.When he got to the bedroom, he thought about slamming the door, but his mother had broken him of that habit before he was five.It wasn’t something polite boys did, no matter their emotional state.
Jamie wasn’t feeling all that polite right about then, but he didn’t slam the door.
He yanked his tie off and threw it on the dresser before shrugging out of his suit jacket.His hands ran over tears in the expensive fabric, the jacket ruined from the crash.Swearing, he threw it on the floor and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.It wasn’t as badly damaged as the jacket, but Jamie wrote the entire suit off as a loss.He was in the process of undoing his belt when the door opened and Kyle slipped inside.He took one look at Jamie before coding in the privacy and soundproofing mode for the room.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jamie growled.
Kyle headed for the windows, shading the plas-glass dark and drawing the curtains.“Then we’re not talking about it.”
Jamie finished getting undressed, intent on a shower, when Kyle stepped in front of him, rocking him to a halt where he stood.Kyle put his hands on Jamie’s warm chest, fingers spread wide, and looked up at him.“Come on, get on the bed.”
Jamie worked his jaw, hot anger still running through him.“Kyle—”
“Fight or fuck, Jamie.That’s what we’re doing here.But you know my preference.”
He did know Kyle’s preference.Heabsolutelyknew Kyle’s preference.
He was not going to argue with Kyle about choosing both.
Jamie grabbed Kyle’s hips with hard hands and hauled him close, their mouths crashing together in a fierce kiss that bent Kyle’s head back at what had to be an uncomfortable angle, but he didn’t protest.Just wrapped his arms around Jamie’s neck and rubbed himself against Jamie’s body.Jamie could feel his cock harden, anger making his arousal burn faster.When Jamie finally pulled his mouth away from Kyle’s, his lips tingled from lack of pressure.
Pushing Kyle back a little, Jamie gripped Kyle’s shirt near the collar and ripped it apart.Buttons went flying as the synthfabric gaped open between his hands.Kyle sucked in a breath, his pupils dilating.
“Not gonna lie, that was really hot, but you’re buying me a new shirt,” Kyle said.
“Get your fucking clothes off.”
Kyle was already stripping with a speed usually reserved for when they needed to gear up in the requisite amount of time of ninety seconds or less.It wasn’t a show, but Jamie watched anyway with hungry, impatient eyes as unmarked, lightly freckled skin revealed itself to him.
And all Jamie wanted to do was mark Kyle up.
“Get on the bed,” Jamie ordered in a low voice.
Kyle moved to obey, shoving some of the pillows aside to make room.One or two fell to the floor, but they both ignored the mess they were making.Jamie followed after him, crawling between Kyle’s legs to grab him by the thighs with hard fingers and yank him closer.Kyle slid over the bed, legs bent over Jamie’s thighs, and Jamie leaned down to kiss him.
Kyle put a hand out, stopping Jamie cold with a single word.“No.”
Jamie froze, going rigid, mind blanking out at that demand as he stared down at Kyle with wide eyes.He had a moment of panic that had nothing to do with anything outside the confines of their borrowed bedroom.It threatened to strangle him, and he wondered where he’d gone wrong when they’d barely even started.
Then warm hands framed his face as Kyle leaned up to kiss him, easy and deep, not going anywhere, hiding words against his lips as if they were a secret.“Get on your back for me?Please?”
Jamie shuddered at the request, fear and some anger draining out of him as he realized he hadn’t done anything Kyle didn’t want.Hadn’t hurt him in some way he didn’t want despite how little they’d done already.But it wouldn’t have mattered because Kyle had saidno, just for a moment, and Jamie didn’t have it in him to ever ignore that word when they were like this.The tightness in his lungs and chest escaped in a heavy exhale, and Jamie nodded.
Kyle squirmed underneath him to get out of the way as Jamie lay down on the bed, using one or two of the remaining pillows to prop himself up a little.He watched hungrily as Kyle crawled up his body to sit on him, knees on either side, cock rubbing against his own as Kyle got settled.
Kyle reached for Jamie’s right hand, pressing a light kiss to the inside of his palm.“I don’t think this bed can withstand your grip, so you probably should just hold on to me.”
Jamie flexed his fingers before settling both hands on Kyle’s thighs, thumbs rubbing circles over the firm muscle there.“You think I can’t control myself?”
Kyle smirked at him, hot and hungry, and Jamie wanted to kiss the look off his face.“We can test that theory if you want.”
Jamie reached around to smack what he could of Kyle’s ass, the force of the blow making his hand sting.Kyle jerked against him with a little gasp, his hardening cock sliding against the deep-cut lines of Jamie’s abs.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“You can, sir,” Kyle said as he pressed his ass into Jamie’s hand, chin dipped down toward his chest a little.
Jamie slipped his fingers between Kyle’s ass cheeks, rubbing at his hole there but not pressing in.Kyle’s eyes fluttered shut, and he bit his lip, pressure from his teeth whiting out the delicate skin there.Jamie studied him with half-lidded eyes, mind settling into a focus still edged with anger, but desire was fast tempering it where he could be in a place to enjoy himself like this.
