Like they had run away, and now they could finally be alone.
“I could probably do the makeup,” he said. “Actually.”
Jameson knew he was blushing, but he turned his eyes to Gray anyway. His security guard was standing only a few feet away, and he had a hungry look in his eyes. All at once, it seemed so obvious to Jameson. It was like Gray was made to sniff him out.
To find the person buried deep inside and drag him back to the surface.
“I want to see.”
Jameson took a sip of his drink, then leaned on the counter. “The cyborg makeup?”
Gray stuck his tongue against the side of his cheek, pushing it out to swallow a grin. “Or whatever,” he said casually.
Jameson stared, and the tiny Jameson in his head ran around in circles, screaming. “I could show you a little something, I guess,” he said. His voice came out softer than he expected, but still, he held his breathing close, maintaining his composure. “I think there’s something in this drawer right here.”
He crossed around to the side of the bar, then pulled open the small wooden drawer where he had stashed some makeup the last time Dee slept over for a weekend.And oh, look at that, Jameson thought to himself, as though it just so happened to be that nice eyeliner, the one that really brought out the green in his eyes.
He held it in the air, along with a single purple eyeshadow, then set them both on the bar. With clammy hands, Jameson perched himself close to Gray, and he felt another tremble of pleasure when Gray opened his body to greet him.
“So you can change your look, just with that?” Gray said, encouraging him.
“It just takes a little eyeliner…” Jameson answered, swiping the stick along his bottom lid. Even without a mirror, memory and touch let him find the lines. “And then your eye is a whole different shape.”
He pulled his hand back to demonstrate, and only a couple feet away, Gray had a wicked look in his eyes, like he was drinking up all the excited, nervous energy that was tingling down Jameson’s back. Like anxiety and glee were crashing together in Jameson’s chest, and Gray could feel it himself.
Jameson liked it, and he grabbed a small reflective coaster, holding it up for a better look.
“If you add in a little contour,” he said, letting his hand flutter. “You can practically turn into a different person.”
He dropped the coaster and met Gray’s electric eyes again. Jameson had barely done anything, and a true transformation would require at least an hour in front of the mirror. But when Gray licked his tongue across the back of his teeth, Jameson knew the magic had happened.
“Fuck,” Gray said, his voice turning raspy. “You’re so fucking hot.”
A sharp thrill grabbed Jameson by the back of the neck. Gray kept staring, not flinching away at all, and Jameson knew why. It was because he was seeing Jameson, the real version of him, right there with nowhere to hide.
“Thank you,” Jameson whispered, then fluttered his eyelashes.
After that, it was like Gray was transformed. He leaned forward, arching himself up, then extending his hand to take Jameson by the cheek. Jameson gasped as Gray stroked his thumb across the soft curves of Jameson’s smile, then down, along the strong angle of his jaw. A whimper fluttered through Jameson’s chest, the pleasure of Gray’s touch holding him still as his cock grew stiff in his pants.
His secrets were laid bare, and with Gray’s hand on his cheek, there was no use trying to hide.
Jameson leaned forward, and Gray did the same. Gray drew his thumb up, then traced it across Jameson’s lips. With a small gasp, Jameson took the thumb between his teeth, then bit down lightly.
The world turned electric. Jameson’s breath was warm and wet on Gray’s thumb as one second passed and then the next. He floated in his own body, like he was suspended in something warm, flying through a dream world. To take Gray’s thumb in his mouth like that felt submissive, almost needy, but when Gray let out his own satisfied growl, Jameson wanted to stay there all night.
He was showing Gray what he wanted, but in a way, he was showing it to himself for the first time, too.
And then, after what seemed like an eternity, he parted his lips, and Gray removed his hand, tracing his thumb across Jameson’s lips one last time.
Gray stood back. He curled his fingers into his palm and stared at Jameson with a hunger in his eyes. “You know I want to do about a million different things to you right now, beautiful?”
“You do?” Jameson asked weakly.
Gray nodded. “That’s why it’s killing me to say goodnight.”
Jameson’s heart kept thudding, even as it felt like someone dumped ice over his head. “Goodnight?” he asked. His world had just exploded, and now Gray was leaving?
Gray pushed his hand through his hair, then smiled warmly. “Goodnight, before I get myself in trouble. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jameson.”
