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“You can’t just dislike people based on their eyes.”
“Why not? People dislike me based on my money.” She took a sip of sake, then turned around to Chris, who immediately smothered his mirth and stood up straight. “Do you know who he was sleeping with last night, Christopher?”
“I’m sure I don’t, ma’am,” Chris answered mildly, his eyes darting to Jamie, who swiftly looked away before a blush could rise.
Aunt Helen scoffed. “Well, some security you are if you don’t triple check IDs at the door!” she replied before turning back to her nephew. “Seriously though, Jamie, we need to get you set up with somebody nice.”
“Not interested, Aunt Helen.” He smiled, eyes flickering in Chris’s direction again. He had stopped laughing but was smiling at him. Jamie felt his stomach flutter again.
“Well, you can’t go sleeping around for much longer, honey. You deserve somebody who’ll take care of you.” She poured them both more sake and picked up her chopsticks as their food arrived. “Now, I’ve brought you into town with the express purpose of buying you a birthday present. I was going to buy you a car, but you can’t drive right now because of your feet, but I was thinking maybe an outfit for your party? I spotted the most divine suit in D&G that would set off your eyes perfectly…”
Jamie tuned out, giving his aunt neutral responses as he looked over her shoulder again. Chris grinned again, his cheeks slightly pink. Jamie grinned back at him before biting his lip to quell it. Chris looked away and straightened, mask falling back into place. But Jamie still caught Chris glancing at him through the rest of the day, and Jamie couldn’t ignore the butterflies that appeared every time.
He was seriously going to have a problem keeping his hands to himself later.
* * * *
“Your aunt is quite a character.” Chris laughed as the door finally closed on Aunt Helen and she drove off home. Chris had tailed them halfway around town as they had gone from lunch to all of the designer stores with Helen forcing Jamie to try on a hundred different outfits and buying thousands of dollars’ worth of clothing, including one incredibly attractive light grey Dolce and Gabbana suit, which had been left with the tailor.
“Yes, she is,” Jamie agreed with a laugh also, following Chris as they headed into the living room.
Chris removed his earpiece and stripped off his jacket and tie, draping them over a chair. “Is she always like that?”
“Absolutely,” Jamie grasped Chris’s hand and firmly reeled him in. A confident hand reached to the nape of his neck and pulled Chris down the extra couple of inches. Those soft lips were on his again and Chris gasped in surprise before melting into the kiss, hands first gripping Jamie’s shoulders, then dragging down over the curve of his sides, coming to rest on his hips and extracting a small huff of breath from Jamie against his lips. Jamie wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck and pulled back slightly, his bottom lip lingering just a second longer once again, and he desperately looked at Chris.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, voice cracking. “Tell me you don’t want it and I will stop; I promise I will. I’ll never so much as look at you the wrong way again. But if you don’t…if you don’t tell me that you don’t want this, I swear I am never going to stop kissing you.”
“I do want it,” Chris whispered, lightly brushing the tip of Jamie’s nose with his own and watching those blue eyes flutter closed. “I want it so much it hurts.”
Jamie groaned. “You weren’t supposed to say that,” he replied brokenly.
“I know…”
“This is such a bad plan…”
“Yes…”
“You don’t care, do you?”
“Not anymore.”
“Good,” Jamie said, his voice suddenly becoming a low growl as his hand slid down Chris’s body, slipping around his waist and pulling him in close, and speaking into Chris’s ear, breath ghosting upon the skin. “Because I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been wondering about what this would be like since that day in the pool. That I hadn’t been thinking all day about kissing you, about you pinning me against a wall and fucking me senseless…”
Jamie sucked the underside of Chris’s earlobe into his mouth, biting gently.
“Shit…” Chris breathed, a jolt of white heat shooting through his belly. Surging forward, Chris fumbled behind Jamie, catching the arm of the couch and pressing him against it. Jamie arched around it, accommodating as Chris pressed into him, forcing him to bow his back. With his free hand, Chris threaded his fingers through Jamie’s hair as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against his jaw and down the side of his neck, eliciting a soft gasp. Chris stopped, drawing back to see Jamie looking at him with lust-filled eyes, bottom lip between his teeth again as his hands left Chris’s waist. They dragged around and down, one in front and the other behind, with Jamie digging his fingers into the muscles of Chris’s backside. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he let out a slow exhale as Jamie’s other palm pressed against him through his pants.
Jamie unfastened his belt and popped open the button on the waistband before sliding down the zipper. Jamie’s hand felt cool on Chris’s skin and underneath the fabric, soft fingers encircling hot hard flesh. Chris’s breath hitched, his mouth slack as Jamie pulled up the shaft and twisted his wrist at the head.
“Fuck…” Chris gasped as the sensation shot through his belly and down his thighs, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s lightly flushed face.
“You can still say stop,” Jamie murmured, back still curved over the arm of the sofa, tongue wetting his lips as he pushed his hand down Chris’s hard length.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Chris replied, pulling Jamie upright for a kiss. He moaned into Chris’s mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to press his tongue inside of it, over Jamie’s tongue and against it. As he pulled back, Jamie caught it with his lips, sucking on it with a soft groan and Chris would be fucked if he wasn’t the most turned on he’d ever been in his life.
They attacked each other’s clothes, fingers leaving skin to fumble at buttons and belt buckles, pulling shirts over shoulders and getting them caught on elbows, dragging down pants and underwear and kicking off shoes, leaving them all in a haphazard pile on the floor.
Chris fell onto the couch, breathless from the mad struggle with clothing and dizzy from the sight of Jamie, naked and perfect, rolling his thick bottom lip between his teeth as he climbed into Chris’s lap. Jamie’s cock stood proud, curving out slightly and away from his belly and Chris dipped forward to press his lips against it. Jamie moaned deliciously and Chris placed the flat of his tongue against the shaft, feeling its wet roughness against the smooth hardness as he licked upwards and over the slit. This time he was rewarded by a sweet, breathy groan and Jamie’s fingers slowly curling into his hair. He took the soft, engorged head into his mouth and sucked, inching further and further, then back up, quickly finding a rhythm, with his fingers holding onto Jamie’s thighs like an anchor.
