With another moan, Jameson placed his hands on Gray’s thighs and turned himself around. He threw his legs around Gray’s waist, then started hungrily kissing at his neck while he undid his pants.
“Fuck” Gray groaned. He grabbed Jameson’s sides, steadying them both while they kissed. “You were incredible today, you know that? You didn’t blink at all. You just got it done, and you got it done smart, too.”
Jameson tangled his hand in Gray’s hair. He played with what it felt like to tug lightly as he kissed at Gray’s neck, and when Gray tightened his grip on Jameson’s hips with a groan, he decided he liked it.
“You think so?” he asked. “As soon as the dancers came over, I knew for sure they weren’t going to recognize me. It was all easy after that.”
Gray bucked his hips and then pushed his pants and boxers down. His cock was fat, and the head was purple, and Jameson immediately took hold of it, rigid in his hands. “A natural,” Gray growled. “In more ways than one.”
Jameson stroked his hand up Gray’s shaft slowly, then dropped it back down. The way Gray’s body shuddered in reaction made him feel powerful, more powerful than he ever felt fighting robots and jumping rooftops in the movies. “How many more ways than one?” he teased, fluttering his eyelashes.
Gray’s eyes rolled backward. “As many as you want, beautiful,” he managed.
Jameson stroked his hand up again, then down slowly. “You said you would teach me new things.” He pouted, a face he had made in the mirror a million times to apply lipstick, and bounced his hand again. “Promise you’ll teach me?”
Gray groaned, his face pained as he grabbed the blanket in a fist. “All night, babe.”
Jameson connected with a new part of himself, a way of being flirty, of teasing, that he’d never known before. He had needed another person, someone to play with, in order to understand how fun it was to whisper filthy things and watch a man squirm.
To lick a string of saliva from his lip to his tongue and see Gray’s world turn upside down.
Luckily for Jameson, Gray wasn’t lying when he promised the whole night. They rubbed each other and licked each other, and Jameson tasted every inch of Gray’s body. The hours passed, and Jameson learned how to take Gray deeper and deeper into his throat. He learned to relax, his legs in the air while Gray rimmed him, and rimmed him some more, and some more. Gray shot sticky jets of cum on Jameson’s chest, and when Jameson licked it off his fingers, he recognized the flavor from the night before.
Jameson found his instincts, and he learned new ways to touch himself, and when Gray growled, he knew that he had earned it. The night passed around them, like a blur of orgasms and sweat and hot, aching skin, and the next day went just the same way. They ordered pizza, and fooled around in the shower, and curled up naked under the covers for long, deep naps. They tried just about everything Jameson could think of, except that he never took more than Gray’s tongue inside of him, his body always tensing up when he got close to something more.
Not that he was complaining, when Gray was more than happy to play with his nipples for hours on end and lick his balls until he begged for release.
Night turned into day, and day turned into night, and Jameson felt like he came more than he had ever come in his entire life. Everything turned blurry and beautiful and perfect, and as he pulled Gray close and shuddered with pleasure, he never wanted to let go.
Sun cut through the blinds, and a bird chirped outside. Jameson blinked himself awake. Slowly, Gray came into focus. He was leaning up on an elbow, staring down with a grin.
Jameson giggled. “You’re staring at me in my sleep again.”
“Duh,” Gray answered. “Wouldn’t you?”
Jameson surprised him with a quick kiss. “Stare at me in my sleep anytime you want. It’s nice.” He rubbed his hand through his hair and considered whether his breath was a problem. “What time is it?”
Gray looked at the little clock on the nightstand. “Ten-thirty in the morning. Why? You got somewhere to be today?” he teased.
Jameson sat up in bed. “Not until noon. But it takes me a while to do my makeup, you know?”
Gray scratched his head, confused. “Where are you going at noon?”
Jameson pulled his legs out from under the blanket. “A matinee. Where else?” He was naked, and there were several dried sticky spots on his chest that he needed to attend to. “There’s probably a newspaper in the office with the listings, or we could just go and see what’s on.”
Before Gray could say anything, Jameson hurried to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, peed, and then stepped under the hot blast of water.
He hadn’t meant to jump out of bed so quickly. It was just that something in Gray’s eye had scared Jameson, as if Gray was going to ask about their plan, now that they’d been at the hotel a few days. As much as he was leaning on Gray to figure things out, Jameson wasn’t fooling himself. He knew what he had seen on the television when they first got to the motel, and there was no doubt that eventually, reality would crash down.
But first, just for a while, he wanted to believe they could be fast enough to get away.
Once he finished washing himself, he went straight to his makeup. Gray had gone to get them more donuts and coffee, and by the time he got back, Jameson was in a pair of tight blue boxer-briefs, leaning close to the bathroom mirror and finishing off his look for the day.
“Like flowers,” Gray said, stepping behind him. He wrapped his arms around Jameson from behind, and Jameson wiggled his butt, teasing. Gray laughed, then tapped his finger beside Jameson’s eye, where little blue and pink and green petals danced upward. “It’s cute.”
Jameson held Gray’s eye through their reflection. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.” He spun around to give him a quick kiss, then leaned back on the counter. “And I promise, after the movie, I’ll talk about our plan after the hotel.”
Gray pushed some damp hair out of Jameson’s face. “Thanks, beautiful. The newspaper says there are only two screens at the cheap theater down the road. What do you think,Sonic the HedgehogorBirds of Prey?”
