CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
After it was clear Graham was gone, Jesse flushed the toilet, then flipped on the water in the shower.
Connor poked his head through the door a moment later. “You hear all that?”
“Yeah,” Jesse said. “We good?”
“I think so. I’m a shitty liar but I think he bought it.”
Connor really was terrible, but that was honestly kind of endearing. “Good. Want to join me in the shower?”
“I just took one,” Connor said, gesturing to the towel he still wore.
“You can never get too clean,” Jesse assured him.
Connor grumbled, but he joined him in the bathroom, then tossed his towel on the sink. “Sure. Why not?”
Jesse grinned and stepped into the shower. Connor was so easy for him.
Jesse had no complaints when Connor wrapped around him from behind, pulling their bodies tightly together.
“Hey, was everything good earlier?” he asked, the words muffled against Jesse’s skin.
“Huh?” Jesse asked.
“In bed.”
Connor sounded bashful all of a sudden and Jesse had to stifle a smile. The guy would lick his ass and fuck him six ways until Sunday, but talking about it made him all awkward? Cute .
“Yeah, it was fucking great,” Jesse said.
Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard. Maybe the night he’d teased Connor with his toy, but otherwise? He was drawing a blank.
Jesse turned in Connor’s arms, looking him in the eye. “It was perfect,” he assured him. “All of it. Well, until I tripped over the lamp and nearly outed us.”
Connor gave him a rueful look, slicking his hair back. “Yeah, well, I already know you’re my little chaos demon.”
Jesse grinned. He liked the way Connor said that, like he seemed to think Jesse was adorable for it, instead of annoying.
“You’re Catholic, are you supposed to get involved with a demon?”
“I’m not supposed to get involved with men . Not sure him being a demon or whatever is actually that much worse.”
“Ugh, fair,” Jesse said. But he wondered … “Hey. Does that bother you?”
“Bother me?”
“That you’re doing something your church says is immoral.”
Connor sighed, touching the cross on his necklace. “It’s weird, honestly. I had to wrestle with all that when Kelly came out. And I guess I’d still call myself Catholic but I—I don’t feel the same way about it I did before. I don’t believe in the same way. I’m not saying I’ve stopped believing in God but I’m starting to see how … how human the church is, you know? It’s a bunch of dudes making up these rules from two thousand years ago, basing their entire belief system on some stories that are just as old.”
“Or older,” Jesse said, because honestly, it wasn’t like the Catholic Church or even Christianity had a lock on the idea of a virgin birth, which was pretty fucking common all over the world.
“Or older,” Connor agreed. He looked somber now, but not upset. Just thoughtful. “So I don’t know what I believe, exactly. But Kelly’s not wrong for loving Anders, I fucking know that. And if my religion, my family’s religion tells them they are, then that religion must be wrong.”
“And you’re not wrong for having sex with men,” Jesse pressed, because he wanted to be sure Connor actually believed that.
“I’m not wrong for having sex with you.” Connor leaned in, brushing their lips together, his thumb and forefinger warm when he gripped Jesse’s chin. “This feels pretty right to me.”
“Good.” Pleased, Jesse wrapped his arms around Connor again, pressing his forehead against Connor’s. “Because I like what we’re doing, Connor. I like it a lot.”
“Yeah, me too.” There was a gruffness to Connor’s voice that said he was feeling something, but Jesse wasn’t sure what. Hell, he wasn’t sure if Connor even knew.
Jesse trailed a hand down Connor’s arm, enjoying the flex of his bicep. “And I fucking loved your tongue in my ass,” he whispered, pressing even closer.
“Christ.” Connor had a grip on Jesse’s hips now and he tightened it. “I could tell.”
“Your beard and mustache …” Jesse shivered. “Feels so fucking good.”
“You liked my fingers in your mouth too,” Connor said.
Jesse let out a breathless little laugh because shit, clearly Connor had noticed how into that he was. “Yeah. I like the feel of both holes being filled.”
“ Fuuuck .” Connor reached down, palming Jesse’s ass. “Really?”
“Yeah.” In the past, he’d always done it with two people, because hey, that was easy enough to find when he looked the way he did and had the career he did. People tripped over themselves to fall into bed with him. But he’d never had any one person make him feel the way Connor did.
Hell, two people had never been as good as Connor alone had been tonight.
“Maybe when we’re back home I’ll fill your ass with that toy and turn it on,” Connor said, voice raspy. “Then tease you with the remote while I fuck your mouth.”
Jesse went lightheaded at the mental image. “Fuck, Connor !”
He plastered his chest against Connor’s, sending him stumbling back, Jesse’s shampoo clattering to the shower floor.
“Caref—”
Jesse cut off his reminder to be careful by sealing his mouth over Connor’s, kissing him deeply. Connor groaned and kissed him back, cupping his cheek to deepen it. Kissed Jesse until he was hard against his thigh again.
When Connor finally pulled away, his face was flushed. “Hey, do you want me to make you come again?”
“What a dumb question,” Jesse teased.
Eyes crinkling at the corners, Connor shook his head, then reached for the conditioner and squirted some in his palm.
And then Connor was tugging at Jesse’s cock, strokes sure and strong. With his other hand, he teased between Jesse’s ass cheeks, tentatively exploring there. “Still too much?” he whispered.
“No. Keep going.” He was a little sore but it felt good, like the ache after a good game or hard workout. There must have been a little lube or some of Connor’s cum remaining, because Connor was easily able to push inside.
Jesse moaned.
Connor kissed Jesse hard, tugging his cock in rhythm with his strokes, the backs of his fingers rubbing right up against Jesse’s prostate. It lit him up from the inside out, everything going supernova in his head, whiting out everything but the feel of his orgasm and the tight band of Connor’s arms holding him up.
Connor swallowed Jesse’s shout with a kiss, aiming Jesse’s cum right at his own cock. After the final aftershock had passed, Jesse dropped to his knees and licked it off.
“Shit, Jesse …” Connor said, panting. “I don’t know if I can come again so soon.”
Determined to try, Jesse responded by taking Connor into his mouth and sucking hard. He dug his fingers into Connor’s firm ass cheeks, loving the low groan he let out when Jesse encouraged him to fuck his mouth.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to do this after I slide that toy inside you,” Connor said gruffly, combing his fingers through Jesse’s wet hair.
The room was growing steamy, the heat making Jesse even more lightheaded. Or maybe it was the picture Connor painted with his words.
“Would you like that?” Connor asked. “Would you like it if I filled both your holes? I could start out slow, just a little buzz, enough to keep you right there on the edge and?—”
He let out a strangled noise when Jesse hummed and sucked harder, forcing him deeper into Jesse’s throat.
“Fuck, you do like it, don’t you?” Connor babbled. “You want it so bad.”
And Jesse did. He wanted everything Connor had described. Connor was still talking, but Jesse couldn’t even focus on the words anymore, too intent on making him come. He wanted Connor to fuck him, come inside him, then finger him until he was so sensitive he couldn’t take any more. He wanted Connor to eat his own cum out of his ass and …
“Jesse,” Connor rasped, pressing Jesse’s head against his groin until he felt the tickle of damp red curls brush his lips. He choked a little when Connor came down his throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied into Jesse, much less cum than earlier, but enough that when Jesse drew back, it landed on his tongue.
After Connor pulled back completely, Jesse swallowed, watching the way Connor’s eyes grew dark and heavy-lidded. He brushed his thumb against Jesse’s lower lip and Jesse kissed it.
Connor reached down, hauling him to his feet, pressing him against the shower wall to kiss him deeply.
Buzzing, Jesse kissed Connor back, overwhelmed and happy all at once. How was it so good with Connor every time?
How did it keep getting better and better?
Jesse was still dazed when Connor helped him dry off, threw a fresh towel over the still-wet spot on the sheets, then tucked him into bed.
“I like this hotel,” Jesse muttered sleepily. “Great turndown service.”
Connor laughed and kissed him. “Hey, I should probably go.”
“Don’t want you to,” Jesse admitted, patting the bed beside him. “C’mon, crawl in with me.”
“It’s late. I should get back to my room.”
“But Graham already thinks we switched.”
“Which means you should head to that room.” Connor pointed to the wall the rooms shared.
Jesse shrugged, squinting tiredly at Connor. “Probably. But I’d rather you get in bed with me and we can figure it out in the morning.”
Connor let out a sound that was somehow both annoyed and fond sounding. He tossed his damp towel on the carpeted floor, then fished around for his clothing, pulling out his phone. He did something on it, then tossed it on the nightstand. “Okay. Fine.”
“Thanks, Captain Growly.”
Connor crawled in on the far side of the bed, immediately pulling Jesse close. “You’re welcome, you little chaos demon.”
Jesse smiled and rolled onto his side, still encircled in Connor’s arms. He clicked out the lamp—thankfully, it hadn’t broken and was sitting upright again—then snuggled back.
The room was pitch-black with the lights were out and Jesse let out a sigh of contentment, allowing his eyes to close.
Good, Connor was finally figuring out that it was easier to agree with Jesse than try to fight him.
In the end, Jesse usually got his way.