20. Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Jake
Jake led Quinn across the hotel lobby to the elevator and used his room key to send them up to the right floor. All the while, he crossed his fingers and his toes, hoping they wouldn’t run into anyone from the crew. Quinn hadn’t approved of that. Given his hesitations, and all the emotions working on the house were dragging to the surface, Jake wasn’t going to push that on him before he was ready.
The elevator doors slid open and let them out onto the fifth floor. No one in sight, and no sound of doors opening. Jake headed for his room, slipped the card in, and unlocked the door. Then instantly wished that he would have gone in ahead. Or actually cleaned up like a real grown-up human instead of leaving his bedding in shambles and his clothes and personal effects scattered around. Need to tidy up before tomorrow so housekeeping can come in.
Quinn didn’t make any comments on the mess, just softly closed the door behind him. Every move he made was nervous and slow and stilted.
Jake cleared his throat. “You can change your mind any time. No pressure from me.”
Quinn shook his head. “No. I’m just…this isn’t the most regular occurrence in my life. Not that I’m inexperienced. But I’m not buying new sheets every month either.” He smiled tightly. “I don’t entertain often, even in the bedroom.”
Jake chuckled. “Well, if I can take charge?” He waited a moment, taking in Quinn standing there, nervous and blushing with his eyes wide, lips slightly parted. When Quinn nodded, Jake stepped over and took the Epsom salt from him, then gripped him by one shoulder and led him toward the bathroom. Quinn followed right along without even a bit of attempt to get away or slow down.
Jake set the bag down on the toilet tank, then went to the large tub—he didn’t know if it was standard in every room of the hotel, but his bathroom at least had a tub that would easily accommodate three or four people—plugged the drain, and started the water running. They had to have one hell of a hot water heater because it only ever took a couple seconds to get to temperature.
Jake opened the bag, the bright, flowery smell filling his head right away, then dumped a healthy measure into the filling tub. “All right. You get however you want me to see you. Bathrobe. In the tub.” Naked and bent over the counter like a buffet. “Whatever makes you comfortable. Then call me. We move at your pace.”
Quinn cleared his throat. “What if I wanted you to stay and…undress with me?”
Jake’s cock throbbed in response and he had to force his brain to focus on the actual conversation, the moment in front of him. “Like I said, we move at your pace.”
Jake stood back and slipped his shoes off, but didn’t undress beyond that, simply watched.
Quinn followed suit with his shoes and socks, setting them up on the counter, then he grabbed the hem of his shirt. He held eye contact with Jake a second or two, then peeled his shirt up.
The world slowed as Jake took in every second, every inch of exposed skin. His abdomen looked soft and smooth. When he lifted up higher, the faintest dip of his ribs was visible. His nipples were pale pink and taut. Bare wisps of hair sat in his armpits.
When he finished, Jake followed suit, stripping off his shirt and setting it with his shoes, then taking off his socks. Or starting to, before he saw a flash of metal. His eyes lasered over to Quinn as he slipped the button on his jeans, then worked the zipper down.
Jake didn’t even try to hide his staring. They both knew what they were doing, and Quinn didn’t slow down, so apparently he was on board. He opened his fly and shimmied his jeans down his hips, revealing pale orange boxers, complete with a tent already forming in the crotch.
So Jake matched him again, although his tent wasn’t forming at all. He had a full hard-on just waiting to be released.
Quinn let out a string of nervous laughter and he reached down, framing his bulge with both hands. “As impressive as it was in the picture?”
“Better.” Everything was better. Quinn was better, all soft lines and inviting skin. When he shifted his weight, turned to the side, the curve of his ass became visible, begging to be squeezed and smacked and eaten an hour at a time and twice on Sundays.
Quinn walked over to the tub instead of undressing further, just making the view all that much better as he fully turned and showed off his ass, as well as the dip of his lower back. Doubly so when he bent over to turn off the water. A good thing, since Jake had lost focus on everything other than Quinn and would have easily let it overflow.
Quinn walked up closer. Closer. All the way to Jake until there was barely enough room between them to draw a breath. “My speed…right?”
Jake nodded, but when he went to speak, his breath caught. Quinn ran his fingertips softly down Jake’s abs, all the way, plucking at Jake’s waist band. Once. Twice. On the third, he hooked and pulled down. Not a smooth motion—Jake’s cock got in the way—but down they went until finally, they made it past his shaft and dropped to his knees. Jake sprung up almost all the way to his belly button and his cock bobbed up and down.
Quinn’s fingers moved down again, raking through Jake’s bush, then wrapping around the base of his cock before sliding up to the head, forcing a moan past Jake’s lips.
He whimpered when Quinn pulled away and backed up, but his desperation was quickly replaced with anticipation as he watched Quinn grab his own underwear. He massaged himself harder through the thin fabric of the boxers until the crotch pointed straight out in front of him, until a wet spot formed at the peak of that tent.
Then he dropped them in one swoop and Jake’s breath caught once more. He had a trimmed, dark bush, full balls that dangled between his thighs, and his cock…fuck, his cock. It curved up and to the left. He was uncut, with the foreskin still hiding half of the tip. Veiny, not too long or too thick. How weird would it be for me to call his dick perfect?
He turned and bent over again, definitely doing it on purpose given the arch of his back. He swirled his hand through the milky-white water. While he did, his ass cheeks parted just enough for Jake to get a look at his hole. Tight, pale, inviting, not a hair in sight. Quinn was actually pretty smooth all over.
He raised his right leg and dipped it in, hissing. “Pretty hot.”
“Yes you are.”
Quinn rolled his eyes and brought his other leg in, then slowly lowered himself down into the tub. The water only came halfway up his abdomen, but enough to hide the real treasure from sight for the moment.
Quinn looked over his shoulder at Jake. “Could I convince you to rub my back? Not even as a sexy thing, I legit have some knots and stuff.”
“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. As long as you don’t mind if I still get turned on by it.”
“Considering I’m probably going to get turned on from getting the back rub, I wouldn’t hold that against you.”
“As long as you hold something against me.”
Quinn groaned. “God, I walked into that one.”
“Leave the door open, I’ll take the opportunity.” Jake went up to the tub, behind Quinn, and put his hands on the slim, angular shoulders. When he dug his palms and thumbs in, Quinn groaned, but the muscles stayed tight and tense.
Jake worked them over, sliding his hands up and down, tracing Quinn’s spine as he did, then following his rib cage back up and trying to loosen those shoulders. “You really are tight.” Pieces fit together in Jake’s head, and he debated on voicing any of it. Quinn clearly wasn’t the biggest fan of being asked about his personal business. But Jake didn’t have the self-control to hold it in. “Everything good at work?”
Quinn snorted. “God. Don’t get me started on that. Any work you’ve done to get rid of the tension’s going to go to waste.”
“I’m pretty good with my hands.” Quinn hadn’t instantly rebuffed him, so he pressed a little more, sliding his hands below the water, running them down Quinn’s ass crack and playing around his hole before sliding back up. “And I could get in there with you. Really get some elbow grease going while you unload your worries. Or unload…other stuff.”
Quinn leaned back, and even though Jake wasn’t in his hole, he still felt the tight ring clench and unclench at his touch. What I wouldn’t give…
“Convince me of your skills.” Quinn grabbed onto the edges of the tub and pulled himself to his feet. Milky water dripped down, following the curve of his hips, funneling down his crack, darkening the faint hair on his legs until it was actually visible—although so close to him, it probably would have been anyway.
Quinn turned around and gestured into the tub. “This only works if you get in behind me. And I sit in your lap.”
Jake bit his lower lip. “I don’t need a second invite.”