Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,13
two-stories, a living room filled with mid-century modern furnishings, a large kitchen with dark wood cabinets and fancy appliances, and a floating staircase that led to a second story with three doors. Day could only assume those led to the bedrooms.
“Jimmy dropped off your things. I had the valet set them in your room. We’re in for the rest of the day if you want to get more comfortable. I can find something for us to watch and put the food out?”
Day looked down at what he was wearing. Did Jackson not like what he was wearing? Was he trying to subtly tell him this was a Netflix and chill thing? Day was not fit to be among normal humans. It occurred to him then that maybe this would be the perfect way to let Jackson know that everything he saw was just a costume. No…armor. It wasn’t that he didn’t like wearing feminine clothing or makeup, but it was also a lot of work. He didn’t always look that way. Maybe Jackson needed to see Day as he was on a normal day before he started the process of getting ready for camming.
“Oh. Yeah. Thanks. I’ll be down in a few.”
“Your room is the one on the right. You have your own bathroom.”
Day didn’t even speak, just bolted up the stairs like he was being chased. Jackson was right. His meager belongings were sitting in two bags on his king-size bed. The room was huge but sparse with an empty closet open against the far wall and a door he assumed led to the bathroom. He pulled a pair of black joggers free and a thread white t-shirt he’d had since middle school. It really showed off just how slim his frame was. Jackson could definitely do so much better. Once he’d put on his ratty attire, he went to the bathroom and removed his contacts, replacing them with his large black framed glasses. At the last minute, he added his knee length athletic socks and blue furry bunny slippers. There was no way Jackson would find him attractive in this attire, and part of Day died at the notion. He held his breath for a moment, puffing out his cheeks before letting the air leak out. It was no good wishing for things that weren’t for somebody like him. This wasn’t Day’s first crush. It wouldn’t be his last. With that final depressing thought, he skipped down the stairs, stopping short when he saw that Jackson had changed into basketball shorts and a tank-top with the sides cut.
He grinned when he saw Day’s clothes. “Hell, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. See, already dressed to get messy and pig out.”
Jackson gestured to the ottoman that sat surrounded by a large wraparound sofa. He’d set a ton of food out like a picnic, and on the tv, he’d paused a movie. Day approached the ottoman like it was a trap, that telltale feeling of panic sparking along his skin, telling him to run. Instead, he plopped himself down in the corner of the couch, surveying over a dozen containers of food before looking at Jackson with wide eyes. “How much food do you think I eat?”
“Shit. I’m here too, ain’t I?” Jackson asked, snagging a set of chopsticks from the middle of the spread and snatching a California roll.
Casual Jackson with his bare feet and tattered clothing seemed like a whole different Jackson, which left Day feeling dizzy and confused because it made him no less attractive. It was all too much to process. Day snagged a fork and picked at a few things before settling on a fancy pasta salad. Jackson pushed play on the remote as he stuffed another bit of food into his mouth. Some kind of cold ramen dish.
The opening music to Moulin Rouge started playing, and Day narrowed his eyes at Jackson. “Really? Was Pretty Woman not available? I’m not a hooker, you know.”
Jackson snorted. “This is my favorite movie. Satine was not a hooker. She was an entertainer. A sex worker. And Baz Luhrman is a god, and Ewan McGregor is hot.”
“You expect me to believe you like the movie Moulin Rouge and that this isn’t some subtle dig at what I do?”
Jackson gave him a look. It wasn’t a mean look or even a stern look. It was this steady eye contact that shot goosebumps along his skin and sent a shot of heat to his dick. “If you think I have