It was like in the movie theater, when Gray had just decided to run away from the crowd. Jameson figured out that if he ran forward, as fast as he could, he wouldn’t freak and change his mind. All the voices screaming stop wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.
And so he ran. He held Gray’s hand tight and led them down the hall, laughing, then up to the second floor and past the big windows, suspended over the pond.
“This place is even bigger than I thought,” Gray said, stumbling along behind Jameson. “The blueprints don’t do it justice.”
Jameson came to a stop in front of the big double doors to his room, his pulse fast and hard. “I have a feeling you’re going to like this next part,” he said, then threw open the doors and stepped forward.
Walking in, Gray turned in a slow circle. He folded his hands behind his head, whistling the whole time. “Holy shit, Jameson, you weren’t kidding. This is a work of art!”
Jameson grinned. Putting together his perfect bedroom had taken years and years, but he’d done it. He’d slowly collected brightly colored 90s furniture, some of it recovered from old beauty salons, as well as one-of-a-kind portraits of some of his inspirations, with Freddie Mercury, Blondie, and Beth Ditto all getting central billing. In the middle of all of that, though, was his favorite thing in the entire world: a gigantic, circular bed, covered in neon green velvet.
“I figured, if I have to create a sanctuary, I might as well have fun doing it,” Jameson said. He’d never really had to explain it before, considering only Dee and a couple select employees had really visited the room.
But apparently, Gray didn’t really need an explanation. “Me and my guys tried to install a hot tub in our living room one time,” he said casually, his eyes still trailing the decorations.
Jameson laughed loudly. “It didn’t work?”
Gray grinned, then flopped himself backward onto the bed. “Depends on who you ask.” He bounced himself back up, then glanced to the makeup counter. “Does this mean I get a show?”
Jameson bit down on his lip. “You really want me to?” He didn’t doubt Gray for a minute, but still, he needed to hear the words.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Gray said. “Yeah, I want you to.”
Just like he thought, the deep rumble of Gray’s voice and the heat in his eyes did the trick. Jameson lowered himself to the makeup bench, steadied his breath, and then went to work. He moved quickly, his hands gliding as he fluffed powder, dotted his lips, and curled a wand up his lashes. The motions relaxed his body, and his gestures became even more fluid and natural. As he bounced in his seat, he pursed his lips to the mirror and arched his eyebrows, and the last lingering threads of Justin Sweet disintegrated. All the while, Gray stared on from the bed, grinning from ear to ear.
Jameson giggled, then dropped his hands to the counter. “You really do like the way I look, don’t you?”
Gray shrugged. “Fuck yeah. I’ve dated a couple femme guys before, but no one quite like you, beautiful.”
Jameson fluttered his eyelashes. It felt nice that Gray was admitting his attraction to femme guys so easily, like he wasn’t embarrassed about it at all. Jameson had been called handsome so many damn times in his life, it practically made him sick. But no one had ever complimented him like Gray did. Almost no one had even seen that part of him before, and definitely, it hadn’t made anyone grin like Gray was grinning.
Like a horny wolf.
He turned in his seat to look at Gray directly.
“You’re so sexy,” Gray said, breathing the words. “I could stare at you forever.”
Jameson glanced in the mirror. “I only have one eye done,” he laughed. “I’m lopsided.”
Gray rose to his feet, stepped forward, and took Jameson by the arm. “The hottest lopsided man in the world,” he said with a grin.
Jameson stood to meet him, their bodies nearly touching. For so many years, he had found it impossible to believe he could be beautiful. He was an action star, famous for his steely strength and determined masculinity. People talked about his jaw and his muscles, but never his eyes or the soft curves of his body that he loved.
Not until now. Jameson pressed his palm flat against Gray’s chest, and Gray sunk his fingers into Jameson’s hips. Jameson leaned up, offering himself, and their lips crashed together.
At first, all he felt was the friction of Gray’s beard, like heat raking his face. Then he found lips, soft and welcoming, and anchored himself in the taller man’s embrace. As their tongues swirled, Jameson’s body relaxed, almost like he was melting away.
“So fucking sexy,” Gray growled when he finally pulled away. He stroked the back of his fingers down Jameson’s cheek, and Jameson let out a soft purr.
“I want you,” he said softly, not wanting his voice to break the spell. He didn’t even know what he meant by that, but still, he knew it was true. “I want you, if you want me.”
Gray tightened his grip on Jameson’s hips, and when Jameson arched forward, they rubbed together, hard cock on hard cock. “I want this so bad,” he answered. “And I promise, I’ll never tell your secrets to anyone. I won’t tell my friends or my uncle or anyone. You’re safe with me, beautiful.”
Jameson’s throat tightened. Lost in Gray’s dark gaze, he knew he was hearing the truth, and he let himself believe that he had finally found something real. Something he could allow himself to feel, just like he felt the heat off Gray’s body.
Something no one would take from him.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Now kiss me, Gray.”
