at the clear blue sky. Day had gone upstairs after they’d watched their movie the night before, Jackson following closely behind, reaching the top step only to hear Day’s bedroom door lock click into place. Jackson hadn’t been surprised, but he had been more than a little disappointed. More than anything, he wanted a chance to catch Day just being himself, not the caricature of himself he played for the audience, even if that Day was surly and argumentative and mercurial. Jackson wanted it. But Day was slippery. Just when Jackson thought Day might be warming up to him, the claws came out.
Jackson wandered to the sliding glass doors and pulled them open. Day looked up, eyes going wide, before he wiggled his fingers at Jackson in a hello. Day wore shorts that barely covered his ass and an old t-shirt with no sleeves that were cut down the sides. He looked sexy as hell, and the coy look and sly smile he gave Jackson told him Day knew it, too.
Jackson took the chair beside him. “Everything go okay online last night?” Did he sound jealous? “No problems with any of your…clients?”
Day’s smile disappeared, and he went back to looking out over the city once more. “No. It was slow last night. I only made fifty bucks. None of my regulars were there.”
“Maybe you should take some time off?” Jackson regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. The last thing they needed was Day taking time off, especially if he was the intended target, but Jackson hated the idea of putting a bullseye on his back.
Day scowled. “I can’t afford to take time off. Do you have any idea how much my piece of shit apartment costs in rent?”
The offer to pay Day’s bills was on the tip of Jackson’s tongue, but he knew Day would be furious at such a suggestion. The idea of taking Jackson’s money would definitely push him over the edge.
“Do you think your client could have had anything to do with that DA’s murder?” Jackson asked, trying to make his tone as casual as possible.
Day’s head whipped to Jackson, his pale face turning ghost white. “Is…is that what they think? They think this is my fault?”
Jackson’s brows knitted together. “None of this is your fault. This isn’t about fault. It’s about finding out who’s responsible before somebody else gets hurt. Somebody like you.”
“Tell me the truth. Do they think this guy killed Jay because of me?” Day asked, breathless.
Jackson shook his head. “No. They still think it has something to do with his caseload. I’m just trying to run down every possible lead, and your client was very unhappy about seeing me in your video.”
Once more, Day’s face morphed into his sex kitten expression, lids heavy and lips wet, as he uncurled himself from the chair and made himself at home in Jackson’s lap, straddling his thighs. His hands came around Day without thought, gripping his ass and dragging him close, flexing his hips upward so Day could feel him harden against him.
Day traced Jackson’s lips with his finger. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Jackson grinned. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mm,” Day murmured, lips finding Jackson’s, his tongue briefly slipping inside before darting back out. “Is anybody stopping by today?”
Jackson shook his head.
Day slipped from Jackson’s lap onto his knees, pushing a few buttons on his phone before handing it to Jackson. “Start recording,” Day said, his hands unbuttoning and unzipping Jackson’s jeans. “Up,” he demanded.
Jackson chuckled but shifted to let Day drag his underwear and jeans to his ankles. He shifted, slouching in the chair to give Day more access. He hummed his approval, his hand closing around Jackson’s shaft, stroking him slowly as he kitten-licked over the head, gathering the fluid there onto his tongue and showing it to the camera.
Jackson groaned as Day played, dragging his lips and tongue up one side of Jackson’s cock and down the other, Day’s hand massaging his balls. “Fuck. Stop teasing and suck me.”
Day dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, looking up at Jackson. “Yes, Daddy.”
Day could give a masterclass on blowjobs. The only thing hotter than his cock disappearing down Day’s throat was watching it happen through the camera lens. Day was so beautiful on his knees, taking Jackson’s dick deeper with each pass until he was buried in Day’s mouth, his throat spasming around Jackson in a way that made him crazy. His hand went to the back of Day’s head, fingers