“You focus on taking care of everyone else. Protecting them,” Jesse said.
“Can’t help it.”
“I know the feeling. But there’s something you’ll learn about me. I don’t need you to defend me.”
Bryce opened his mouth to argue—everyone needed someone at some point—but Jesse rolled his thumbs just right and Bryce’s cock twitched as pleasure rolled through him. He gasped, then groaned, and then arched his back, rubbing his ass against Jesse’s groin. Jesse was so damn good. Every thread of tension liquefied under his talented hands, leaving Bryce as a pool of content heat.
Not sated, though. As Jesse worked his way lower, his cock pressed into Bryce more and more, and Bryce fought to stay still. He licked his lips. Begging wasn’t his style, and what Jesse was doing was too good to want to stop. But he wanted more, too.
“Fuck,” Bryce panted.
“We’ll get there,” Jesse teased. He kissed Bryce’s cheek and moved to lie beside him. Smiling broadly, he nudged Bryce onto his side so that they faced each other. “You’re gorgeous.”
Not the first compliment Bryce had heard in his life, but maybe one of ten that slid past his defenses and warmed his heart. The feeling was unexpected, unwarranted. Jesse was a stranger. For all Bryce knew, compliments came off his lips constantly and he meant nothing by them. But Jesse studied him, understood him without words. Bryce felt as if he’d known him for weeks, not for a measure of minutes.
Jesse leaned in and kissed him tenderly. Bryce wrapped his arm over Jesse’s hip. Their kiss stayed languid, teasing touches of lips and tongues. Jesse probed and massaged with his tongue as much as he had with his hands. Bryce let him in and moaned. His eyes fluttered closed. The world narrowed to the press of Jesse against him, the feel of him in his mouth.
Jesse cupped his dick and Bryce linked his leg around Jesse’s at the knee, dragging them closer together. As Jesse slipped his hand around his dick, he whispered, “Now that’s a kiss.”
The first stroke up and down Bryce’s dick hardened him the rest of the way. Bryce gasped and rocked his hips toward Jesse’s hand. He kissed Jesse. After a few strokes, a different tension worked its way up Bryce’s spine. Pleasure drove away any lingering concerns plaguing Bryce’s mind. He tried to snake his hand between them to do the same for Jesse, but Jesse still had on his boxer briefs.
“Fuck, I’m getting close.” Bryce groaned. He fumbled and groped at Jesse only to lose his concentration as Jesse quickened his speed. “J-Jesse—”
“Don’t worry about me, baby,” Jesse murmured. His gray eyes were rain-dark with lust. “I’m getting what I want. Feel good?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Bryce kissed him, and kept kissing him until he came.
Jesse captured his whimpering moans in more kisses as he coaxed him through the long orgasm.
Bryce lay back on the bed, painfully aware of how loud he was panting and how Jesse seemed normal. He ought to do something for Jesse, but he was a puddle. Before he could gather his wits, Jesse slid to the end of the bed. He had a huge wet trail along his chest and coating his hip, one Bryce must have made. Heat flared through Bryce’s cheeks, and only worsened when Jesse shot him a smug smile.
“You are so fucking hot.” Jesse shed his underwear and climbed back onto the bed, crawling over Bryce.
“I’m a mess,” Bryce muttered.
“Oh, I can see that.”
They were kissing again, and this time Jesse made happy moans. He nestled between Bryce’s legs, and Bryce spread wider for him. His rascal grin was melting Bryce’s heart. Or maybe the way Jesse behaved like taking care of Bryce was fun and easy. That Bryce was desirable even when he didn’t put the effort into maintaining rigid control.
The first ring of a phone call almost didn’t register. Then Bryce realized it wasn’t his phone and kept kissing Jesse. But on the second ring, Jesse sprang up from the bed, cursing under his breath.
Bryce shivered as cool air struck where Jesse had warmed him. He propped up on his elbows, even as Jesse headed for the bedroom door. “Ignore it.”
“I can’t!” Jesse called as he ran for his phone. “It’s work.”
Well, at least his ass was as nice as Bryce had hoped. And Bryce couldn’t fault Jesse for rushing to his phone. If the department called, Bryce would have to do the same.
Bryce thought he was imagining his phone buzzing, since he was thinking about it. But then his phone started up again. Stringing a few choice curses together, he hurried to his pants and dug out his device.
Director Bonnell. Fuck. There went his night. He answered the call and headed toward the bathroom. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Why are you whispering?” Bonnell asked.
“Civilian nearby.” Bryce shut the bathroom door. “We have a case?”
“There’s been a suspicious robbery near Forest Park.”
Damn, that was halfway across the city. He’d have to summon a ride. “All robberies are suspicious. Why did this hit our radar?”
