It didn’t matter that Lawson was his responsibility at work, that he was off-limits in so many ways.
Tonight would be the one and only night they did this. He would make sure of that.
One night of pleasure.
One night, and they would never speak of this again.
One night, when he was just John.
Just himself. The man who could make mistakes, have faults and flaws, and be vulnerable. Scared even. Because this was a mistake. He shouldn’t be so weak. So weak for this man that he didn’t even know but wanted more than his next fucking breath.
John reached between them and unbuttoned Lawson’s jeans, their hungry eyes locked on each other, both unable to look away as though pulled by a magnetic string.
Lawson stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking off his shoes and socks, standing naked and blindingly beautiful before him. Lawson was fucking gorgeous, and all John could do was look, and look greedily over the sharp contours of his body.
“Fuck,” Lawson breathed. John hadn’t even touched him yet, and his eyes leaped back to Lawson’s, confused.
“What?” John asked curiously, unable to breathe properly.
Apparently, Lawson was having the same reaction to the sight of his naked form as he was. Lawson reached for him, their bodies brushing, causing both men to groan at the sensation.
Lawson tilted his head upward and roughly kissed him. It was a collision of mouths, and John’s legs trembled, barely holding himself upright as they fought with lips and tongues. John instinctively undulated forward, his cock sliding against Lawson’s, and he moaned into his mouth.
Lawson gently but firmly pushed John back onto the bed, and he went, but his shoulder pinched beneath him unexpectedly, drawing out a curse.
Fuck, he didn’t want to be dealing with his shoulder right now. Not when he had this glorious stallion, hard and ready for him. Lawson abruptly stilled and pulled away, and without a word, headed toward the bathroom, the light flicking on for a brief second before turning off.
Lawson reappeared with the hotel’s small, individually sized bottle of lotion, his expression tight. “Lie on your stomach.”
John froze, unsure.
Lawson’s tone softened, “Please. Just trust me.”
He nodded, tossing the excess pillows onto the floor and sliding onto the cool bedding, letting out a breath as he stretched out. John, hyperaware of every movement, felt Lawson’s knee on the bed next to his hip before he felt the weighted feel of his body straddling his waist. The warm heat of his naked body pressing against him made the fire in his veins rip through him. Lawson felt so fucking good and strong and…
John gulped, his cock straining into the mattress, as he listened to the sound of the bottle being opened. Was Lawson really about to give him a massage?He wasabout to protest when he felt strong, calloused hands descend over his shoulder and he tensed, the pain forcing his eyes to shut and his back to arch.
“You’re all right,” Lawson murmured in the huskiest voice John had ever heard. “Just relax…”
John couldn’t, not when his dick and shoulder were throbbing.
“Breathe, Donnelly…”
Slick fingers expertly slid over the muscles of his back and up to his shoulder, and John let out a whooshing breath into the pillow.
“That’s it,” Lawson crooned. “Keeping breathing like that…”
Lawson’s incredible hands worked the muscles of his shoulder, over and over, sliding and pushing, going from soft to firm, stretching the muscles out.
This went on for what felt like an eternity, and all he could do was wordlessly obey.
“Jesus, Lawson,” John finally said after several minutes.
“I’m good at this, too,” Lawson said, and he could hear the smile in his voice.
“Took the words right out of my mouth.”
Lawson hummed, his body inching closer now, letting John feel the thickness of his manhood pressing into his backside, but his hands never once stopped, working their magic. “I wanted to do this when you first told me today,” Lawson admitted in that deep, richly timbered voice. “I wanted to drag you into an empty room and take care of you.”
