Gray rolled on top, and Jameson slapped his hands against the rug as they both rode the start of an orgasm. Jameson’s cock was leaking all over his stomach as he whined, taking everything that Gray gave him. “I’m close,” Gray growled.
“Fuck!” Jameson yelled. He screamed it loud, loud enough that the whole city could probably hear him, and then he screamed it again. His hole tightened, then clenched down on Gray, tugging him in. The orgasm was so close, like the waves of the ocean, growing stronger and stronger, until finally Gray felt the entire universe surging through him, and while Jameson sprayed jets across his chest, his own release arrived, instant and explosive.
“Fuck yeah,” Gray moaned. He bucked his hips one more time and stretched Jameson’s hole even wider as he sprayed his wet, warm release. Gray fell on his boyfriend with a kiss and rubbed his beard all over Jameson’s face while Jameson trembled with pleasure.
“That was amazing,” Jameson said, his voice barely as loud as a breath. He looked to the overturned chair and saw his underwear, tossed aside and hanging off the corner of the coffee table.
“Hell yeah it was,” Gray agreed. He pulled himself out of Jameson slowly, then kissed him on the cheek.
Jameson wiggled his arms, which looked loose and wobbly. Gray grabbed a few tissues, then went to cleaning them both off. “You want to jump in the shower?” he asked as he gently wiped the napkin across the hard nubs of Jameson’s nipples.
“Yeah, a shower sounds nice.”
Gray helped him to his feet, then gave him another quick kiss. Before they could move, though, a chiming sound rang out, then rang out again.
“What’s that?” Jameson asked, his voice weak.
Gray smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m expecting something. Just give me one second, okay?”
He squeezed Jameson’s butt, then buttoned up his suit pants and headed toward the front of the massive hotel room. It felt like his nerves were raw and exposed without Jameson’s touch, but when he opened the door and accepted the delivery, satisfaction washed over him.
A second later, he unfastened the leash, and Pickles rounded the corner into the hotel. Jameson yelped as she jumped over an ottoman, her fur flying as she rushed toward him, and then pounced at his feet.
“Pickles!” he laughed gleefully. He grabbed a throw from the back of a couch, then wrapped it loosely around his waist while Pickles rolled at his feet.
“What are you doing?” Gray laughed.
“I’m indecent!” Jameson squealed. “She hasn’t seen me with a man before!” Once he finally got the blanket sorted, he dropped to his knees. Pickles licked at his chest excitedly while he rubbed the back of her head, and the familiarity felt soothing and satisfying to Gray, like putting the last piece in a puzzle. “I’m so glad to see you! And I’m sorry I was gone so long. Did you bark at those mean reporters for me? Did you keep the photographers away?”
Once he and Pickles had finished reuniting, Jameson stood up again, still bunching the blanket around his waist. “Thank you, Gray.”
“I got my uncle to figure it out,” Gray explained. “There’s a package from Seb, too.”
“From Seb?”
Gray handed over a big manila envelope, stuffed full of something. Jameson let the blanket finally fall so that he could take it, then shook out the contents. There were a few credit cards, all with different names, as well as travel vouchers, money orders, and some cell phones, too.
“All secure and totally untraceable. And if we ever need extra cover, we can just call Seb.”
Jameson looked stunned, and it took him a minute to compose himself. “This is transformative,” he said. “This makes everything else possible.”
Flush with pride, Gray nodded. “That’s the plan,” he said, taking Jameson back in his arms. “I figured, you took care of so much by coming out on the show tonight, it was really up to me to work out the rest.” He chuckled to himself, swaying Jameson back and forth. “Me and Uncle Declan and Seb, I mean.”
Jameson purred, then gasped. “But it must have taken so long and cost so much money,” he said. “I have to repay Seb somehow!”
“It’s okay,” Gray assured, stroking Jameson’s arm. “You’re part of the family. It’s what we do.”
“I’m part of the family,” Jameson repeated, like he was tasting the words.
“I don’t even care that Pickles is staring,” Jameson laughed. He threw his arms around Gray’s shoulders and took him in a deep kiss. They wiggled together, biting at each other’s lips.
Gray pulled his lips away, certain that he was grinning like a cartoon wolf. Everything had fallen into place, and he felt a kind of confidence and security that was new to him. “What do you think? We’ll rent a car with one of Seb’s cards tomorrow and then take it from there?”
“I should probably ask you to run into the MAC store for me before we leave the city. And of course we’ll have Dee to the hotel for breakfast before we take off.”
Gray laughed, then swatted Jameson’s ass playfully. “Look at that,” he said. “Only the first day of freedom, and we’ve already got a busy schedule.”
“Lots of family to keep up with,” Jameson teased. “And lots of new places to see. Now come on.” He took Gray’s hand, then started walking backward to the shower, grinning. “The night’s still young.”
