Mr. Jaguar (12 page)

“I have a way with Jamie and his ass.” Mike laughed and pinned him to the mattress in one swift move worthy of a wrestler.

James gasped when his ass tingled, as if already conditioned to react to Mike’s strength. There was no way he could disagree with that.

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Chapter 8

Mike woke up as the happiest man alive. He rolled over to his side and pulled Jamie closer with a content murmur. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. It was a defining sexual experience. Exactly what he needed to know who he was, his place on Earth, and where he wanted to be until he died. Mike never had a realization he’d call ‘transcendent’— hell, he’d laugh at any silly hippie who used the word— but that was exactly what it was. Buried deep in Jamie and pounding his ass like there was no tomorrow while looking into those blue eyes and kneading the firm flesh of his thighs… There was no beginning and no end to what he could say about that.

Jamie’s nose wrinkled, and he sneezed, his eyes snapping wide open as if the sound had woken him up. He blinked, looking innocent and empty-headed like a newborn baby. But then he blinked again, and his face glowed with a wide smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Mike grinned back, feeling all gooey on the inside, like a lava cake. He didn’t know what else to say though.
Do you wanna do it again?, I love your ass?, Let’s go to Vegas together and get married?
Nothing really seemed appropriate.

His chest tightened when Jamie leaned forward in a snake-like move and pushed his warm legs against Mike’s. The hair on his thighs and calves tickled Mike’s skin in the sweetest way possible. Touching Jamie was nothing like being with a girl, his skin wasn’t nearly as smooth, instead it had lean muscle underneath, so pliant and accepting. Jamie’s morning stubble was dark against his cheeks and chin, making him look even more masculine.

“I wouldn’t want you to be late for the conference.” Mike kissed him all over his jaw, and Jamie just spread out under him like a cat.

“Are you pushing me out of bed?” he asked, arching his back over the soft cotton sheet. The dark hair on his body was trimmed just right to lead Mike’s eyes down, between Jamie’s legs.

“Never. Would you like to stay like this longer?” Mike asked, and just stared at Jamie’s beautiful cock.

“Yeah, we still have a bit of time. I don’t have to watch some old men talking about sales.” Jamie’s warm hand found its way to Mike’s ear and started brushing it softly, as if it were a tiny animal. Jamie was so tender when he touched Mike, like he meant every single gesture.

This wasn’t exactly what Mike was asking about though. What he meant was if Jamie would like to hang around with him even after this weekend, which already made him feel kinda weird. Mike preferred to imagine Jamie forgot all about their arrangement and treated what they had like a real thing.

“You sure that doesn’t turn you on?” Mike chuckled.

Jamie shook his head and leaned in, pressing his plump lips against Mike’s. “I’d rather listen to you.”

Mike slid his hand to Jamie’s nape, to make sure he wasn’t getting away any time soon and enjoyed the hot kiss. He closed his eyes, and he could devote all his attention to that soft mouth, the warm limbs that embraced him just perfectly. Mike’s heart pounded so fast he was waking up already. “Wow, I win when my competition is old men talking about sales. I’m not very flattered,” he muttered into the kiss with a smile.

“I’m not here to flatter you,” chuckled Jamie but hugged Mike close.

Mike stroked Jamie’s strong back, his insides all fluttery. “Oh, I forgot, I’m the one at your beck and call. You have a beautiful smile, Jamie. Your lips taste like candy, Jamie. You have the tightest ass ever, Jamie. I love how your skin smells, Jamie. Good enough?”

Jamie mewled into Mike’s cheek and stroked the back of his neck. “Only if it’s honest.”

“I honestly loved fucking you.” Mike trailed his fingertips over Jamie’s ass. He would do a lot to slip inside again, feel Jamie’s body close, kiss his fingers and toes.

“I know. I can feel that.” Jamie laughed out loud, rolling in the covers.

“How so?”

Jamie stretched, lying on his stomach and gently spreading his thighs underneath the covers. For once, there was nothing that would restrict Mike’s access to a guy, but it did nothing to satisfy his hunger. If anything, his appetite had only grown since yesterday, fueled by a night time quickie around three am.

“Well, I’m a bit… tender I guess.”

Mike slid closer and kissed his ear. “I hope it didn’t hurt? You should tell me if it did.”

“Nah, it’s all right. You were very enthusiastic,” whispered Jamie, as if he had a reason to. But no one could hear them, alone and safe in the warm hotel room. “It doesn’t feel bad.”

“I’m still enthusiastic if you are.” Mike slid his hand to Jamie’s nape.

“Not enough time now,” said Jamie, rolling his head against it. “How about later?”

“Only if you do that thing with your throat again.” Mike grinned and slowly pulled back even though leaving the bed was the last thing he wanted.

Jamie’s laugh was followed with a pillow hitting Mike’s back.

“What? Just saying!” Mike chuckled and got up. He couldn’t remember when he last felt so at ease with someone. Even with his teammates at school, there was always that underlying fear of someone finding out he was gay, but with Jamie none of it mattered. The guy chose to sleep with him even with all the bad blood they used to have, and it felt like finding the missing puzzle piece he’d been searching for all his life.

“So offended,” chuckled Jamie, marching across the room toward the bathroom.

Mike followed close behind, just far enough to ogle Jamie’s ass. His life had gotten turned upside down, and he loved it.

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Jamie’s presentation went great, even without gay porn thrown in. On the podium, when no one was able to startle him, he was the picture of confidence. And even though Mike didn’t understand half of the technical details explained, he did understand why Jamie’s invention was such a big deal and why he made so much money on it. Mike made sure to clap louder than anyone else once Jamie was finished with his speech. He didn’t whistle though. Kept it classy. Michelle Obama wouldn’t whistle.

Mike was satisfied to see that even Bitch Rich was making notes during the presentation. He couldn’t wait to tell Jamie.

Lunch was planned right after the speech so they made their way to the hotel restaurant. Jamie wasn’t shying away from discreet touches as they made their way through the buffet of delicious foods, and didn’t even comment when Mike got a bit too much on his plate.

Mike couldn’t stop looking at Jamie in a new way, as if his eyes had been opened to a whole new beauty in his new lover. Jamie looked so sharp as well in his tailor-made suit, silk tie, and with a smile that could brighten up the whole room. All Mike wanted was to take Jamie back to their room and rub himself all over the stubble on Jamie’s face.

As one of the first to arrive, they chose the same table as the day before. Jamie sipped his juice, looking to the buffet like he expected it to produce a magic rabbit, but Mike knew he was hoping to get someone pleasant to join them.

“The food’s amazing,” Mike said, making sure he wasn’t gorging on his steak too fast. He leaned over to Jamie’s ear. “Your presentation was all kinds of awesome, even without dick in it.”

Jamie flushed and lowered his head with a groan. “I knew you would think of that! Just don’t tell anyone.”

With the day being so great, the last thing Mike wanted was to see Richard’s smug face, and his sidekicks heading their way. “For fuck’s sake, does this guy give up?” he groaned.

Jamie tapped his fingers on the tabletop, without looking up yet. “Richie?”

Mike nodded, just before their table was swarmed by vultures.

“What an amazing presentation, James!” Richard exclaimed, putting his tray with a salad and grilled chicken on the table. “Who would have thought you’d find so much energy for it after yesterday’s lost battle.”

“It kinda got cancelled out with two shots to Mike’s back,” said Jamie. He didn’t seem as gullible as the day before, but his tone was polite as he dug into his steak.

“I’d call that a win. You two lovebirds were far too alive,” Rich said, and his friend snorted.

Mike looked up at them with a frown. “We were dead by the rules of the game. And had our equipment off.”

“Yeah, I’m sure James would soon let you examine him in the spirit of in-depth research,” said Richard, chomping on his salad with a wide smile.

Jamie blinked, staring at him completely dumbstruck. And there it was, the treacherous flush spreading all over his face. Mike groaned internally, but smiled. He wouldn’t give the fucker satisfaction. He put an arm over Jamie’s shoulders. “Nah, with my war wounds so deep, it was Jamie examining me all over.”

“That’s not what we heard,” teased Alistair with a grin. “James surprised everyone by changing so much we barely recognized him, but we didn’t know he also became an army wife.”

Okay, so Mike wasn’t all that keen on telling anyone someone fucked his ass, but the terrified look on Jamie’s face got him to jump in front of that bus. He was not having these guys tease his… lover? Fake boyfriend?

He leaned back in the chair with a wide smile. “Oh, man, you have no idea what Jamie can do to the prostate. If you knew, you wouldn’t be laughing. You should ask your doctor sometime. Who knows, maybe he’d open you up to a whole new world of possibilities. How do you think Jamie landed a guy like me? It wasn’t the science talk. It’s all in the prostate.”

The table went silent.

Jamie burst out laughing and covered Mike’s hand with his palm, which was damp with sweat but warm when it squeezed his fingers. “He thinks my geekiness is a bit overrated. But I’m not just that. You heard him, gentlemen.”

Richard looked a bit pale even under the layer of orange. He pointed to his phone. “Savannah called, you’ll have to excuse me,” he muttered and got up, quickly followed by his friends with excuses just as lame.

Mike was actually quite happy with himself, even if burning up under the collar.

Jamie covered his mouth, chuckling so hard his eyes were getting all wet. “Did you see their faces? You have traumatized them for the rest of their lives.”

“Good. Maybe they’ll piss off next time they think of coming around. I’m not gonna have them make fun of you.”

The smile froze on Jamie’s face, turning into something more guarded yet soft and tender. “I— didn’t expect you to do this. Thank you. There is nothing bad about bottoming, it’s just… that those guys don’t see it that way, and I can’t have them think of me as someone even weaker.”

Mike stroked Jamie’s arm. “I know. I mean, it’s not… uhm, my preference, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I actually feel like it’s this, uh… privilege that you let me top.” After the failure on Friday, Mike had suspected that Jamie didn’t think of him as good enough.

Jamie bit his lip, keeping his eyes on Mike’s. Even with the noise all around, it felt as if they were alone. “I guess. I am quite picky.”

“You know how to make a boy feel special.” Mike poked his ribs under the table.

“Right back at you,” said Jamie with a chuckle, playing with his food on the plate.

“Would it be too much to ask if I could go take a nap instead of listening to the next presentation?” Mike nudged Jamie with his elbow.

Jamie grinned but shook his head. “Sorry, I’m here for a reason, but you’re welcome to stay in the room if you’re bored.”

“Cool.” Mike put the last piece of steak into his mouth. “I’ll be back in a few hours, so we can have dinner with everyone and stuff.”

“I’ll walk you. I need a quiet moment after the presentation. The stress is a killer.”

Mike leaned over to give him a soft smooch before standing up. “Oh, yeah, stress relief. I like the way you’re thinking.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Jamie blinked and looked to the food remaining on his plate. It was clear he hadn’t meant what Mike suggested, but he was still pondering on the possibility of going with it. “I suppose I could have a little something on the go.”

“Or swallow on the go.” Mike pinched Jamie’s stomach and made a move toward the exit. He wanted to be back in that room ASAP.

Jamie followed him, but he was greeting people he knew as they passed through the dining room. Mike loved to see him smile like he did now, and it struck him that he had never seen it back at school. It felt good to have brought it out in him.

They went through the elegant corridor and to their room in silence but strangely, it wasn’t awkward. Mike had his arm over Jamie’s shoulders, and it was nice to just be. Not to mention
be
with the most attractive guy there.

Jamie leaned into him and opened the door with the key card. He pulled Mike in with a small smile. “We’re a dream team, don’t you think?”

“I’d hope so.” Mike stroked Jamie’s hair gently, not to mess it up.

Jamie closed the door, walked Mike all the way to the low table and sat down on a leather-covered stool. “I thought… since I’ll be leaving you for the next few hours, this would give you some time to think about… well, something I want to talk to you about.” The blue eyes looked up at Mike, wide and sincere.

“Um, yeah?” Mike frowned. It sounded serious. Did Jamie want to actually fuck him? Like fuck-
fuck
him? He wasn’t sure if he was ready to go there.

Jamie took a big gulp of air, and then exhaled it slowly. He played with the bottom of his tie as if it could fill the silence that followed. “As I said, we seem to have fun together. What do you think?”

“Duh. It’s great.” Mike sat down in an armchair by the window, somehow thinking he looked like a Bond villain with the background of the city skyline. He just needed a white cat.

Jamie turned toward him, squinting as he stared into the bright window. “I’m having a lot of fun with you, and you are nothing like I expected, which has me thinking that we could maybe try to get to know each other better. What do you think?” With each word, Jamie’s voice became quieter, but Mike still got every word.