“If you don’t lemme touch your dick? I’m gonna get mad.” Jax’s accent was out, which meant business, and Tristan understood that, quickly pulling out the beast he kept in his pants. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Tristan huffed out a laugh as Jax grabbed the lube, squirting some on hispalms before wrapping both hands around the thick shaft, trying to cover as much skin as possible.
“Your turn,” Jax breathed out, slowly pumping.
“Jax.”Tristan braced himself against the headboard as Jax concentrated, playing with the tempo, twisting his wrist, and squeezing. The sounds coming out of Tristan’s dazed mouth had Jax in a trance, and his entire focus became the construction of Tristan’s orgasm. Jax wanted to build it, level upon level, so that Tristan could reach the stars when he came.
“J-Ja-” Tristan’s breaths were sharp and labored, his hips meeting every stroke. “I-I’m-”
“Mhmm,” Jax encouraged, as if they were having a conversation. If Jax’s spent dick could twitch again, it would, because seeing this sweet man turn into a lustful creature under his hands? It left him heady.
Tristan’s voice hadn’t reached the right tone yet; he hadn’t started pleading, so Jax added a bit more lube, tightening his hold, and it didn’t take long for Tristan’s hips to stutter.
“J-Jax.Please.”
There it was.
Jax’s lips curled in an evil smirk. Chopping thousands of vegetables had given him hand speed, so he picked up the pace, and Tristan sounded like he was out of air. Within seconds, his cock got impossibly hard, and Tristan shoved his pelvis forward, freezing.
Releasing a hand, Jax pulled his shirt up, groaning as Tristan came all over his chest, the hot liquid striping across his skin.
Tristan matched the groan, shaking through his orgasm and curling forward so much that he had to put a hand on the mattress so he didn’t crush Jax.
Their heavy breaths filled the room, and Jax swiped his fingers through the mess on his chest, tasting it as Tristan enjoyed the afterglow.
“Um…” Grasping the headboard, Tristan hauled himself upright, staggering a bit. With his tousled hair, lidded eyes, and dopey smile, he was as cute as a box of puppies. “That…”
“It was good, right?” Jax finished cleaning his finger and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, mopping up.
“It was spectacular.” Tristan’s consistent honesty, even in the face ofJax’s teasing, only added to his cuteness, and Jax had never blushed this much in his life.
They both took a moment to clean up, and once they were done, Jax went to the kitchen to get them some tea, choosing one of his personal favorites, this year’s Rose Label Gold. Steeping it perfectly, Jax made his way back to the bedroom, a tray in his hand that held their two cups and a saucer of cookies he’d gotten at Vice and Virtue.
Tristan had been standing by the window, studying the petals on the blooming tree outside, but he quickly rushed to help Jax, putting the tray on the desk.
“This smells as enticing as you,” Tristan stated as Jax handed him the cup. “Where are you standing? Or do you want the bed?”
Jax settled in his tall chair, smiling at Tristan’s compliment. “I’m good here.”
Taking a cookie, Tristan leaned against the dresser, sampling the tea, and his eyebrows slowly rose.
“Is that cardamom? And ginger?” Tristan’s tone held curiosity and surprise. “Whatisthis?”
“It’s this year’s Rose Label Gold, which is less peppery than last year’s.” Jax sipped from his own cup, wolfing down half a cookie, pleased that they had the same palate.
“I’ve heard of this!” Tristan exclaimed. “Isn’t it expensive?”
“Yes,” Jax grinned. “But you’re worth it.”
“You’re too good to me,” Tristan toasted him, and they enjoyed their tea in silence, but Jax’s mood fell as he began to ruminate about work.
“I feel like I’m nuts,” he murmured.
“Because things stopped disappearing?” Tristan asked, somehow knowing what Jax meant. “Maybe it’s a good sign.”
“I don’t know. It all depends onwhyit stopped.” After the post-date brunch with Rain and Mason, Tristan had discreetly asked around and ended up with the key to the security closet, where Jax had learned that all of The Pointe’s security footage was overwritten every forty-eight hours.
That couldn’t help him with the previous incidents, but it was good to know for future disappearances. He’d already adjusted a few of the cameras when no one was around, trying to cover the line cooks; however,it had been weeks and not a single thing had vanished. And Derrick had been acting like he always did, taking way too many smoke breaks and occasionally looking at Jax like he knew something.
