Jameson bowed slightly, extending his hands with a flourish. “Thank you. Did you get anywhere with the ex-gay guy?”
Gray shook his head quickly. “Looks like we don’t need him now. Anyway, I memorized his name and his license plate number. I’ll have Raiden send him fake parking tickets with the address of the strip club for a while, to his home and to his business, just so he doesn’t get off totally free.”
Jameson laughed, then gestured to the Subaru. “You ready?”
“No sense in waiting. Want me to drive?”
Jameson tossed him the keys. “After going to a strip club? I’ll be happy to freak out in the passenger seat for a while, thanks.”
Jameson
It only tookthem three tries to find a motel that would accept cash, and by dark, Jameson and Gray were comfortably set up in a room with HBO. Gray took off to get some supplies for them both, and Jameson immediately peeled off his clothes and ran a hot shower. He scrubbed his skin with the tiny bar of soap and let the water beat down on his face as he tried to process his day.
The one thing he regretted, Jameson realized, was that he couldn’t text Dee. She was usually the only person he talked honestly with, but since he said goodbye to his phone, he’d been cut off from her. It made things with Gray feel even more untethered from his normal reality, like he truly had just sped off in a getaway car.
Or a getaway pink motorcycle, followed by a getaway Subaru, as the case was.
Jameson hopped out of the shower, then dried himself with one of the big white towels. He wandered into the main room and flipped on the television, then started scrolling through the stations without really thinking about it. All of his thoughts were centered on Gray, and the person Jameson was becoming when they were together.
He pushed a few strands of hair back. With the towel tied at his waist, he sat down on the couch and started to reapply some makeup. Even if they didn’t go out again that night, he fully intended to see his new favorite look in Gray’s eye, the one where it seemed like he was going to eat Jameson up.
The talk show he’d landed on switched segments, and Jameson’s stomach dropped when a picture of the media mob outside his mansion came into view. “We’re not liking the stories we’re hearing from Justin Sweet!” the chatty host said, scrunching her face. “There are more and more violent rumors coming from his mansion, and no sight of the superstar or his publicist for days!” The small picture above the host zoomed in to his driveway, to a video of Pickles barking at the gate while lying on her back and kicking her paws in the air. “All I have to say to those reporters is beware the dog!”
“Pickles,” Jameson said with a soft gasp.
He shook his head, then fumbled for the remote as the host started rehashing some of the old Justin Sweet gossip stories. There was no need for him to listen to that crap, but at least in the video Pickles looked pretty happy.
There must have been a squirrel nearby, Jameson figured.
The door rattled, and Gray pushed it open. He came inside with a few plastic bags under his arms and kicked the door shut behind him. “You okay?” he asked immediately, furrowing his brow.
“I’m fine,” Jameson said, and when he caught Gray’s eye, his smile came naturally back. “I made the mistake of looking at the TV. I guess I’m still breaking news.”
Gray frowned. “Sorry, Jameson.” He sat down on the bed, then placed his hands on Jameson’s shoulders. As he started rubbing, the strength of his grip sent a tremble of pleasure down Jameson’s back.
“Oh god,” Jameson breathed. “I don’t care about the gossip anymore. Just keep doing that.”
Gray laughed and swung his legs onto the bed to take up a better position. “Like this?” he asked, pressing his thumb beneath Jameson’s shoulder.
A purr started behind Jameson’s ribs, then rolled out, slipping through his lips. Gray pressed a little harder, and they settled into the massage.
“Did you get everything?” Jameson asked.
“Toiletries and snacks. But I still don’t know how we’ll last more than a few days.”
Jameson made a shushing noise. “Let’s not talk about all that now. Not during massage time.” The deeper Gray’s hands worked into his back, the more his body melted, and he draped his legs over Gray’s as they wiggled together.
“Deal,” Gray said, whispering the word in Jameson’s ear.
Jameson rubbed his hands up Gray’s legs, groping his thighs. He let his eyes drift shut and focused only on the way it felt to be touched by Gray, held by Gray, to have Gray exploring him so slowly and deeply.
Jameson gasped. He felt Gray’s cock, hard against his ass, just like Jameson was stiff underneath the towel. Reaching back, he drew his hand up Gray’s length and palmed his bulge.
“You want that?” Gray asked.
Jameson bit down on his lip and nodded. “Yeah, I do.” He arched his back, riding Gray’s cock. “I really, really do.”
Gray pulled his sweater off, then tossed it aside. His hands landed back on Jameson’s shoulders with a full, deep squeeze, and Jameson’s gasp turned into a moan. “Good. Because we’ve got this motel all night, and I really want to take my time with you.”
