by K. C. Wells
He flipped off the water and reached for a towel. As he dried himself, he peered into his bag, desperately searching for something to wear. He’d brought the minimum of clothes because his apparatus took up so much room, and he was getting to the stage where he had very little clean clothing left, beyond what he intended to wear for the book signing and the author event Dean had spoken of. Then he reconsidered. What the hell do I need clothing for tonight?
A soft knock at the door halted him, and he smiled to himself. Fastest goddamn shower in history. He wrapped a towel around his hips and went to open the door. Jase stood there, his hair still damp, combed neatly to one side as usual. He wore a soft-looking dark blue T-shirt and jeans. Chris caught the whiff of the shampoo and bodywash supplied by the hotel. Then he had to smile. Jase’s feet were bare.
Jase chuckled as he looked Chris up and down. “Seems like I’m not the only one who can shower fast.” His gaze lingered a moment on Chris’s crotch, and Jase’s lips twitched. He raised his chin, then tilted his head to one side. “Well, are you going to invite me in, or are we going to have a conversation on the threshold?”
Chris stepped aside. “Please, come in.” As Jase passed him, he added, “I have some wine in the fridge if you’d like some.”
He just about gave Jase enough time to get the words “Who needs wine?” past his lips before Chris pulled him into his arms and kissed him with all the heat and urgency that had been slowly building over the past few days, and especially since that afternoon. Sexual etiquette was going to have to wait—Chris’s dick had a pressing date with Jase’s ass.
“Too many clothes,” Jase murmured between kisses, his hands all over Chris’s back, slipping them under the towel to squeeze his cheeks. Chris broke the kiss long enough to remove the towel, free the button on Jase’s jeans, and push them roughly down to his ankles before giving Jase’s already hard cock a good tug. A low moan fell from Jase’s lips as he struggled to step out of his jeans.
Chris brushed over Jase’s ear with his lips. “I see you came prepared.” Then there was no more time for talking as Chris lowered Jase to the floor, pushing his knees up toward his chest. Jase’s eyes were wide as he nodded, staring up at Chris with parted lips, his chest rising and falling, his breathing loud and erratic. Chris sucked on two fingers before rubbing one over that enticing hole surrounded by a light dusting of hair.
Jase’s breathing hitched. “Pocket… of my jeans. Lube… condoms….” He fumbled across the carpet for his jeans, his fingers searching for the pocket, before finally dropping the items onto the floor beside them.
“Great minds and all that.” Chris grinned. “Saves me wasting time going for mine.” He knelt at Jase’s ass. He tore open the packet, gloved up, and by the time he reached for the lube, Jase had already opened the packet and slid a couple of slick fingers into his body. Chris laughed. “See? Great minds.”
Jase rolled his eyes. “Just fuck me.”
Like Chris needed any encouragement.
He aimed his cock at Jase’s glistening pink hole and pushed, gently at first, but once the head was in, he filled Jase to the hilt. “This what you wanted?”
Jase’s groan burst from him. “Oh yeah.” Chris grasped Jase’s thighs with both hands before settling into a rhythm as he drove his dick in and out, Jase’s hole tight around him. Chris speared into him, grunts punctuating each thrust, hips snapping forward as he fucked him, picking up speed.
“More,” Jase growled, arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest, his body jolted each time Chris drove hard into him. His cock jerked with every thrust, leaking precome, and Chris knew this was not going to last long.
“Like this?” Chris propped himself up on his hands, pistoning into him with increasing speed, plunging down into him, alternating between short thrusts and long, hard ones that made him want to cry out from the sheer pleasure of it all. With one hand on the floor, he grabbed Jase’s thigh with the other, drove his dick all the way, then ground against Jase’s ass, balls-deep.
“Fuck yeah,” Jase moaned, his gaze locked on Chris’s face. “Oh fuck, yeah.”
Chris withdrew slightly, then drove hard, grinding deep, his grunts mingling with Jase’s groans. Chris rotated his hips, stirring his cock inside Jase, and Jase wrapped his hand around his dick and tugged, his gaze never leaving Chris as he hurtled them both toward the edge. The heat in those eyes, the tight body around his shaft, the noises that tumbled from Jase’s lips….
With a loud groan, Chris shot hard inside Jase, stiffening as he filled the latex, the smell of Jase’s come reaching his nostrils. His dick still buried, Chris lowered himself onto Jase and kissed him, Jase’s hand on the back of Chris’s head, stroking his hair and nape. Gone was the fervor of those first kisses. Their passion extinguished, they lay on the floor entwined in each other’s arms, Chris not wanting to move.
Finally Jase broke the silence. “You think next time we might make it to a bed?”
Chris chuckled. “I think we can manage that.” He had a feeling next time wasn’t all that far away.
Jase let out a happy sigh. “Good. Because I have a list of things I’ve been dying to do to you, and we’ve barely gotten started.”
“We don’t have to leave this room until tomorrow morning. That long enough for you?”
Jase’s eyes sparkled. “No, but it’s a start.”
Chris had an inkling it was going to be a long, long night. Hopefully. Then Jase’s words sank in, and with them came a surge of relief.
It looks like Jase doesn’t do onetime flings either.
Chapter Seventeen
Saturday
JASE helped himself to a glass of water from the bathroom, then crawled back into the bed where he’d left the sleeping Chris. Jase lay on his side, head in his hand, gazing at Chris. A cursory glance at his phone when he’d awoken told Jase it was six thirty in the morning. It might have been four hours since they’d last made love, but Jase was still aware of the ache in his body, that delicious reminder of their time spent in more active horizontal pursuits.
Although… he did recall that at one point his face had been pressed up against the window, his legs spread wide, his hands trapped beneath Chris’s while Chris drove that glorious dick into him. The encounter had left Jase out of breath and weak at the knees.
I do like a man who knows what to do with his equipment. And Chris’s equipment was definitely impressive.
Jase gave Chris one last glance before easing out of bed. He wasn’t about to fall asleep again, and Chris wasn’t showing any signs of waking up soon. Jase crept across the room to where Chris had placed his laptop, cameras, and boards. He’d spied something the previous day and wanted a closer look.
When he picked up the squat black shape, he had the strangest feeling of déjà vu. Then he remembered. His grandparents had had one of these.
“What have you got there?” Chris’s drowsy voice crept across the room.
Jase turned around. “This is a Polaroid camera, isn’t it? But it looks like new.”
Chris lay on his side, smiling. “That’s because they brought it out again, only a newer version. It’s not digital.”
“What do you use it for?”
“If I have a scene to set up and I see something that I want to remember for later, I take a snap of it. Did you ever look at my board in the studio? It’s usually covered in these.”
Jase brought it over to the bed. “Smile for the camera.”
Chris snorted. “Hell no. I know how I look first thing in the morning.” He attempted to pull the sheet up over his head, but Jase grabbed it.
“I think you look beautiful,” he said softly. “And I want a photo to remember this morning.” He pulled the sheet down toward Chris’s waist, meeting no resistance, then took a shot of Chris’s head, shoulders, and chest. Jase smiled. “I like getting to be the one behind the camera for once. How many photos does this take?” The camera spat out a piece of stiff paper the size of a coaster,
and he placed it on the nightstand.
“Ten, and that’s a new pack. So you’re down to nine.”
“I can take the rest?”
Chris chuckled. “Sure. Just make ’em count.”
That did it. Jase was going to make sure every photo was different. And he knew just where to start. He knelt beside the bed and aimed the camera at Chris’s chest. “Play with your nipple,” he said quietly.
Chris’s breath caught. He tweaked his left nipple between thumb and forefinger until it was standing proud, the circle of bronze flesh surrounding it pebbled.
“Perfect,” Jase breathed. He got as close as he could without going out of focus, then clicked the shutter. “That’s two.” Without waiting to see how the photo turned out, he placed it on the bed beside Chris before leisurely dragging the sheet off Chris’s torso, revealing his dick, which was already standing to attention.
Chris curled his hand around the base, but Jase smacked it away. He got on the bed and stretched out between Chris’s legs, Chris spreading for him. Jase filled the frame with Chris’s beautiful cock, then clicked. “Three.” He placed the photo to one side, put down the camera, and knelt up, grinning at Chris. “Sorry, but we interrupt this broadcast while the cameraman indulges himself.” And with that, he bent over Chris’s groin and took the head of his dick into his mouth.
“Feels so good when you do that,” Chris said with a sigh. He put his hands gently on Jase’s head, holding him there while he rocked his hips up off the bed, slowly at first but picking up speed. Jase took him as deep as he could, spluttering a little when Chris’s dick bumped the back of his throat. He knelt up, grabbed Chris’s thighs, and pushed them toward his chest.
“Show me,” he whispered.
Chris hooked his arms under his knees, revealing his crease, dark with hair. Jase rubbed over his sac, moving lower, until his finger skated over the puckered entrance. He glanced up, meeting Chris’s gaze. So far Jase had done all the receiving.
“Is this you asking if you can take a picture of my asshole, or you asking if you can fuck me?” Chris seemed suddenly more alert, his eyes focused on Jase’s face.
Jase snickered. “What if it’s both?”
Chris’s eyes widened. He said nothing but reached onto the nightstand, where they’d left their combined supplies. He tossed over a packet of lube and a couple of condoms.
Jase took a deep breath. “I guess I have my answer.” He picked up the camera and focused on Chris’s hole, his ass filling the frame. “This is just for me, right? No one else gets to see this. This is mine.”
“Are we talking about the photo or my ass?”
Jase clicked the shutter. “Both. Now it’s my ass. And that’s four.”
“Your ass, huh? Getting a little possessive, aren’t we?” Jase could hear the amusement in his voice.
Jase put down the camera, reached for the condom packet, and tore it open. He unrolled the latex over his already solid cock, then slicked up his fingers with the lube. The hitch in Chris’s breathing was goddamn perfect. Jase wiped his hand between Chris’s asscheeks, pausing to slide a finger into that tight hole, and Chris’s body sucked him in. He added another, fingering Chris until he was riding them, bucking hard. “Now, please?”
Jase chuckled. “Seeing as you asked so nicely….” He shuffled closer on his knees, guiding his dick into position, the head kissing Chris’s hole. He gave a gentle push, loving the heat that surrounded his shaft. When he was halfway, he picked up the camera and aimed it at the spot where they were joined, his cock glistening as it stretched Chris wide. “Oh God, you should see this.”
“I will, as soon as you take the goddamn picture. So hurry up and do it, put down the camera, and concentrate on fucking me.” There was the tiniest whine in his voice.
Jase held up the developing photo. “And that’s five.” He put the camera and photo aside and placed his hands on the bed on either side of Chris’s waist before sliding all the way into him, sighing as he bottomed out. “Oh, wow. You’re tight.”
“And you feel amazing.” Chris let go of his legs and wrapped them around Jase, holding him there. Jase covered Chris with his body, bracketing Chris’s head with his forearms, then leaned in to kiss him, undulating his lower body as he moved in and out of him, settling into a gentle rhythm.
Jase broke the kiss and gazed into Chris’s eyes. “I thought we might take the slow route for a change.” He sighed as he filled Chris to the hilt.
Chris let out a low moan. “No complaints here….” He stilled, his eyes widening. “Prop yourself up on your arms.”
Jase blinked but did as instructed. Chris stretched out his hand for the camera and aimed the shutter at the space between them. He clicked. “Wanted you to see what you look like making love to me.” He tossed the photo aside.
Jase took the camera from him, and with one hand to steady himself, he picked up a little speed, thrusting deep and hard into Chris. When Chris closed his eyes and groaned, Jase clicked the shutter. “Now you get to see how gorgeous you look when you’re being fucked.” He put down both camera and photo, pulled out of him until only the head remained inside, then gradually filled him until he was balls-deep.
“Back to the slow route?”
Jase kissed him before whispering against his lips. “As slow as possible.”
He had no idea how long they spent like that, the pair of them rocking together, moving in sinuous, sensual harmony, accompanied by lingering kisses and hands that stroked and caressed. They ended up on their sides, Jase behind Chris, still kissing as he filled him again and again, until neither of them could hold out any longer.
Jase had no clue who came first. He was only aware of being inside Chris, his arms around him, their mouths locked in kiss after breathless kiss. When Chris trembled in his arms, Jase held on to him until their bodies were at peace once more.
After a minute or two of silence, Chris spoke first. “We’re up to seven. Want to make it eight?”
Jase snuggled up to him. “As long as I don’t have to move.”
Chris chuckled. He reached out for the camera and held it aloft. “Say ‘orgasm.’” Jase laughed, and as he did, Chris clicked the shutter. “I have no idea how that one will turn out.” He smiled. “Now that’s one for the album. I can honestly say I’ve never before taken a selfie with a dick up my ass.” He placed the photo and camera to one side.
Jase eased out of him and dealt with the condom. Then it was back to cuddling, his head on Chris’s furry chest. “This still feels like a dream.”
Chris laughed. “If it is, it’s the weirdest dream ever. We’re lying in a bed surrounded by dirty pictures of ourselves. Heaven forbid we drop one and the maid finds it after we’re gone.”
Jase craned his neck and gave Chris a hard stare. “They’re not dirty. They’re… art.”
Chris guffawed. “Sorry, sweetheart, but your cock going into my ass is not art.”
A warm glow filled Jase. “I like that,” he said softly. When Chris gave him an inquiring glance, he smiled. “You calling me sweetheart.” He stroked Chris’s chest, moving in slow circles. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
Chris stilled. “How long?”
“A couple of years, at least.”
Chris groaned. “So that makes two of us, each wanting the other and too damn scared to do anything about it.”
Jase cupped his cheek. “Hey,” he said quietly. “We’re here now. That’s what matters, right? And we have all the time in the world.” He grinned. “It’s not like we live thousands of miles apart. We’ll get to see each other as much as we want—or can stand.”
Chris laughed at that. “You’re right. And we still have tonight.”
“Do I get to choose which room we sleep in next time?”
“Whatever you want.”
Jase closed his eyes. “Then I want another hour of sleeping in your arms. Then breakfast.” He sighed. “I have to get through a book signing, a publ
isher event, and the final night’s party before I get you alone again.”
It was going to be a very long day.
Chapter Eighteen
“EARTH to Jase! Come in, Jase.” Privately, Chris was tickled by Jase’s zoning out. He’d been doing it ever since they’d gotten out of bed.
When we eventually got out of bed.
Jase blinked. “Sorry. I was thinking about….” He flushed.
Chris snickered. “Yeah, I already know the next part. But now that I have your attention….”
Jase poured himself another cup of coffee. “Go for it.”
“The authors have to be in place by ten thirty. That’s when the doors open. I go in before that to take pictures once they’re all set up and their tables look amazing.” He chuckled. “Before the hordes of locusts descend.”
Jase stared at him. “Locusts?”
“Trust me, that’s the only way to describe a legion of fans who move in a relentless tide toward an author’s table. The organizers give tickets out for the really big authors, to limit how many readers get to line up to see them at any one time. And that’s another thing. The book signing event brings in readers just for the day, so that means upwards of three thousand people coming through those ballroom doors.” Chris had experienced this a couple of times, and he knew what to expect. “Once the readers come in, I take a few shots of them interacting with authors, and then I’m done.”
“So you’re not gonna be in there until it closes at three?”
Chris laughed. “Hell no. And once you’ve made the rounds and had your picture taken with readers, neither are you. The Rainbow Unicorn party doesn’t start until six, so that gives us a few hours to play with between events.”
“Gee, whatever shall we do to pass the time?” Jase’s eyes twinkled.
And just like that, Chris’s dick took interest.
Chris shook his head. “You are incorrigible.”
“And you love it.”
