Jay shook his head. “You chose this path. Don’t back down now. Choose your lube.”
Crisp’s eyes shot around the room. He spotted a bottle of baby oil on a shelf right outside the shower. Crisp nodded toward it. “Grab that baby oil.”
Jay moved, carrying Crisp with him until Crisp found himself braced against a different wall. This one had a bit of a cold breeze. Goosebumps rose on his skin. Jay froze and eyed him. He moved back to their original spot.
“I won’t let you be cold.”
Crisp’s heart did a little happy dance inside his chest. He didn’t understand why he never tired of the sweet words and loving presence. Maybe it was because Jay’s soft side was for him alone. They were together twenty-four hours a day. Crisp had come to accept that getting bored with Jay was impossible. He had found too much happiness here.
Jay lowered Crisp onto his dick, bringing his focus back to Jay. Once he rocked inside Crisp, Crisp couldn’t see anything else. He held Jay’s stare while Jay lifted and lowered in the perfect rhythm. Crisp watched the flush rise on Jay’s cheeks. He notedthe exact moment Jay’s lips parted in a struggle for breath as he used Crisp’s body to pleasure himself. He didn’t look away even as he moved faster toward rapture. Crisp longed for every single memory of them he could create. He wanted to know he could pull out an image of Jay just like this anytime he wanted. Crisp lost the battle. The back of his head hit the wall as his focus switched to savoring the way Jay played with his body. Each thrust brought him closer. Crisp sucked air and moaned as Jay took him toward the cliff. The gratification that burst through him as Jay pulled an earth-shaking orgasm from Crisp was enormous. He saw their entire future unfold while his body screamed for more. This really was forever.
Jay watched Crisp sleep. His mind wouldn't stop jumping all over the place. Sometimes, he wondered if he held Crisp back or stood in his way. Then Crisp would look at him, and all the love they shared dulled everything else. He couldn’t see his shortcomings anymore. Crisp would snuggle in his arms the way he did now, and Jay felt like his hero and not the reason Crisp didn’t spend much time with his family. Maybe he was both. Jay would do his best to encourage Crisp to hang on to the people who loved him. Jay loved him too much to isolate him. He wanted his beautiful boy to shine.
A loud knock on the door sent Crisp shooting upright. He blinked at his surroundings. “Damn. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. That’s probably Foster.” He glanced Jay’s way. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.” He kissed Jay. The sweetness of the gesture warmed Jay’s chest. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
Jay stroked Crisp’s side because he couldn’t resist. “Take your time, baby. You see me all the time. I’ll still be here when you get done.”
Crisp climbed out of the bed and pulled on a shirt. “I love you. If you get bored or anything, text me. I’ll convince Foster to go somewhere else with me.”
“Okay. I love you too.”
With a final kiss, Crisp left him alone, closing the door behind him. Jay rolled toward the door and stared at the wooden surface. The sound of Crisp answering the door was muffled. Then the voices got louder as they moved toward the couch. Considering the couch wasn’t that far from him, Jay could hear every word.
“Okay. Tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s dumb.”
At Foster’s response, Jay rolled his eyes. The guy had gotten on a plane and came straight here to talk to Crisp, and now he wanted Crisp to drag the problem from him.
Since Crisp didn’t respond, Jay assumed he simply waited Foster out. The technique worked.
“Um, so. I met someone. It’s probably not what you think, but then again, it probably is exactly what you think and I just don’t know.”
He had Jay’s attention. Jay had never felt nosier. There was something about Foster’s tone and rambling. He had to know.
Apparently, that statement caught Crisp too. “Go on.”
Foster cleared his throat. It was an uncomfortable sound. “So,” he cleared his throat again. “A little while before Tracker and Zeus got married, I was hanging out with Zeus before the club opened for the night. This guy strolled in. Zeus didn’t seem concerned, so I wasn’t either, but then the guy beat the shit out of Zeus. I was confused as fuck, but obviously, I jumped to help him, and this motherfucker took me down.”
“What? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone beat you.”
Foster chuckled—like it was funny he got his ass handed to him. The laughter still clung to Foster’s voice when he responded. “He was like a Kung Fu ninja, or some shit. I can’t even explain. Dude broke my nose and then fussed at me for getting blood on his shirt. Turned out he had been sticking up for Tracker. Zeus had accused Tracker of cheating with him. His name is Atticus, by the way. Anyhow, I got put on my ass for nothing because I definitely would’ve been on Tracker’s side on that one.”
“Wait. Wait. Are you telling me Tracker went through all this, and no one said anything to me?” Crisp didn’t sound hurt. He sounded resigned.
“The whole thing was over in under two hours. Zeus realized his mistake and begged for forgiveness. All was well, obviously, since they’re married now. Anyhow, the moment I was alone with Atticus, he propositioned me.”
Crisp’s laughter cut through the air. “You’re joking.”
This was one time when English failed Jay. He didn’t know what the proposition was.
Foster laughed. “Nope. I was sitting there, bleeding. He was sitting there drinking the rest of Zeus’ beer. I’m accusing him of being insane. He was basically like, yeah. We should fuck. Or something to that effect.”
Oh. That type of proposition. Even to Jay, that seemed insane.
“Did you agree?”
Jay fought not to scoot closer to the door. He wanted that answer too.
