Page 29 of Conquest

Jesse opened the door again. “It’s a classic. I have the new 50 Cent in there, too. What? You don’t like rap?”

“No, I love it. I just can’t see your skinny white butt cruising the streets of Chicago with The Chronic bumping out of your busted ass pickup truck.”

Jesse forced himself to look serious. “Are you about done now?”

“No, I’m not even halfway through.”

Jesse gave him a playful glare from under his wet hair. “Why don’t you put the CDs down, shut your pretty mouth, and get in the shower.”

Evan placed the wallet on the sink counter and pushed his pants off his hips. “Yeah, I guess I do have some more schooling to do with you.”

Jesse grinned as he watched Evan’s pants fall to the floor. “Just be careful. I wouldn’t want you to fall and break a hip or anything.”

“That’s it! You’re going down!”

Evan jumped in the shower and grabbed Jesse, pressing his lips to his, both laughing through the kiss. He raked his fingers up the back of Jesse’s hair, took a fistful, and yanked his head back to look into his eyes, a smirk lifting one corner of his lips. “If you keep up with your smart mouth, I’ll just have to keep punishing you.”

Jesse bumped his rigid organ against Evan’s. “You have no idea how cocky I can be. And I think you’re a bit of a sadist, anyway.”

“Which works out since I think you’re a bit of a masochist.”

“With you I am.” Jesse stepped behind Evan and nudged him under the flow. He combed his fingers through Evan’s hair to get it saturated, then snatched the shampoo. “But that’s not how I usually am. This one time at a club, I almost ripped out a guy’s nipple ring for trying to get rough with me.”

Evan swallowed the instant jealousy that erupted from his core at hearing of Jesse in an intimate situation with another guy. “Have things like that happened a lot?”

“No. Most guys had to practically spar against my brother just to dance with me. If there’s such a thing as overly overprotective, that’s Brandon. But he means well, so I don’t get upset about it.”

Evan nodded, then stood silent while Jesse washed his hair and massaged his scalp. He felt Jesse’s aroused cock bump against his ass, but it happened so quickly and without a second brush, he knew it had been an accident. For as hard and lustful as he was, Jesse was doing his best to not be invasive on him. The care and respect Jesse showed made his heart ache for him. Even when Jesse had been flaunting like an exhibitionist, the tenderness in his eyes was no illusion, which stunned him since Jesse had every right to be upset at him.

He hadn’t meant to stop him. When Jesse gave him a taste of how hungry and aggressive he would be on top, he wanted Jesse to take him, but years had passed since he let another man inside him and he panicked at giving himself over so intimately. When he was on top, he could still maintain some distance. It was more of an act of serving physical need than emotional.

Except last night, there had been emotion. There had been ever since he first saw Jesse.

As Jesse finished rinsing the conditioner from Evan’s hair, Evan turned toward him and kissed him. Without breaking the kiss, Jesse found the soap and lathered his hands. He rubbed them over Evan’s shoulders, down his back, across his chest and abdomen. With one sudsy hand he gripped Evan’s shaft, with the other his delicate sac, and gently kneaded, pumped, and stroked him clean.

Evan closed his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the slick pleasuring before claiming the soap and washing Jesse in turn. With reverence filled fingertips, they caressed and explored every curve, each muscle, of the other.

Evan traced a line down Jesse’s spine past his tailbone. As Evan’s touch moved to his hole, Jesse shifted his stance wider. Evan pushed his middle finger inside him. Jesse moaned long and low, and pressed against him, the heat from the shower and Evan’s touch giving him a euphoric rush. He tipped his head back. Water trickled over his face, and through it he felt Evan’s moist breath on his lips.

Evan gazed at him, so wanton, so ready to accept him. Jesse was like no one he ever encountered before. He had no shame in himself, his body, or his emotions. There were no ulterior motives in him. He doubted it was even possible for Jesse to hide his feelings, let alone deceitful intentions. So maybe, it might be okay to open up to him, just a little.

Evan reached around and found Jesse’s hand resting on his back. He slid his hand down and pressed Jesse’s fingers between his ass cheeks. He felt Jesse exhale a fast breath of surprise, but the way Jesse’s cock twitched forward told him how badly he wanted him. He eased his finger out of Jesse.

“Jess,” he whispered, “you should know, it’s been a long time for me.”

Jesse barely heard Evan’s words through the desire pounding a hard rhythm in his body like a thousand bass drums. He took a deep breath to clear his head. “Do you not like it?”

“No, I do.” Evan averted his gaze. “It’s just, it’s difficult for me, sometimes, a lot of times, to…”

Sympathy flooded Jesse as he watched Evan struggle to explain what he had already figured out, that Evan found it difficult to open up to others, physically and emotionally, and he leaped to save him from his discomfiture. “It’s okay. I understand. You’re like me. It’s not easy for you to trust just anyone.” He smiled. “Unlike my brother. You should see some of the losers he’s slept with. If I had a dollar for every time I asked him, ‘What the hell were you thinking?’ I’d be able to buy more Ferraris than you.”

Evan chuckled softly. How was it possible Jesse knew exactly what to say and do to put him at ease? His ability to do so was almost too supernatural to believe. He looked in Jesse’s indigo eyes shining with affection and humor. Adoration for him consumed him, leaving him helpless as he yanked Jesse close and claimed his mouth.

Jesse greeted Evan’s sudden passion with his own. He drifted his lips down Evan’s throat and gently stroked the outside of Evan’s opening with his middle fingertip, waiting for a sign that Evan wanted more. He felt Evan’s rapid pulse in his neck, his chest rising and falling in fast breaths. Evan opened his stance and pushed back toward his fingers. Jesse eased his middle finger halfway into him.

Evan let out a soft groan that took his tension away with the expelled breath. His shoulders relaxed, each knotted muscle untangling at Jesse’s touch.

Jesse thrust his finger into him and studied him, fascinated as he explored his body. Evan felt so intense inside. The gripping tightness of him, the clenching muscles, the wet heat, the silken internal flesh, it all amazed him. He added his index finger and evoked a deep moan from Evan. He concentrated on Evan, memorizing what each caress and stroke of his fingers did so he could deliver the best possible pleasure.