to gather the fluid there and work it across his shaft on the way down.
Day clenched each time he tried to thrust into Jackson’s palm, cocooning Jackson’s cock in a tight slick heat that was just enough to do the trick, just enough to make Jackson crave more.
Suddenly, Day cried out, and Jackson’s fist grew wet and sticky with the evidence of Day’s pleasure. Jackson pushed Day down onto his stomach so he could straddle his hips and lock his arms around him, burying himself between the slick heat of Day’s cheeks, pretending he was thrusting inside as he worked himself against Day, his teeth sinking into Day’s shoulder as he felt his release building. He was so close. So fucking close.
“I want you inside me so bad, Daddy,” Day panted.
Jackson gripped Day’s hair hard as he came, his hips stuttering, his cum pooling in the dip of Day’s lower back. Jackson collapsed on top of him, too tired to care about clean-up.
“Well, that was unexpected,” Day muttered against the comforter. “Should I expect these visits every day?”
“I didn’t come up here for this, but then I saw you, and I’d forgotten how hot these shorts look on you, and I just couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re forgiven,” Day said, a smile in his voice. “What did you come up here for?”
“I have to go out of town.”
Jackson felt Day tense beneath him. “You’re leaving me?”
“Come with me.”
The words sprung from his mouth before he could even think about it, but he didn’t retract his invitation. It might even defuse the situation with Fuentes. Their son was a fairly well known drag queen on the Miami scene. They had no problem with homosexuality. Even if they did, Jackson still would have brought Day. Jackson didn’t want to be away from him, not even for three days. He didn’t examine the thought too closely.
“You want me to go with you?” Day repeated, almost like he was certain he’d misheard him.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s a business trip, so you’ll have to sit in my office while I check on the Miami branch and sit through what could be a rather tedious business dinner, but the food is good and the view is amazing.”
Day craned his neck around as far as he could manage to look at Jackson. “You really want me to go or are you just afraid to leave me alone here?”
Jackson kissed Day’s cheek. “I really want you to go. I have a dozen guys who could babysit you while I’m away if I wanted to leave you here.”
“When do we leave?”
Jackson smiled, genuinely happy to have Day along for the trip. “I’m not sure. Pam still has to set up our charter, but I’m sure we can get a jet by tonight.”
“A jet? We’re taking a jet? Like a private jet?” Day asked.
Jackson frowned. “Yeah, why? Do you have a fear of flying?”
Day shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never been on an airplane before.”
Jackson rolled off of Day, grimacing at the cum already flaking on his skin, still digesting that piece of news. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and then start packing? You don’t have to bring much. We’ll only be gone a couple of days.”
Day rolled over. “I don’t have a suitcase.”
Jackson rose to his feet, stretching before he straightened his clothing for the second time that day. “I do. Hop in the shower, and I’ll leave it on your bed.”
Jackson started to walk away when he realized Day wasn’t moving. He turned back to find him sitting on the bed, hair adorably rumpled and shorts still caught around his knees. He was so fucking beautiful.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
Jackson frowned at Day’s sudden lack of enthusiasm. “What? Why?”
Day looked away from Jackson. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Why would you embarrass me?”
“What if your business associate asks who I am to you? What if he asks what I do for a living? What if I wear the wrong thing or say the wrong thing?”
Jackson walked back to Day and pulled him to his feet. “You worry too much,” he said, kissing his nose. “The guy we’re meeting is a gun runner. He has no business looking down his nose at anybody, least of all you. You tell him whatever you’re comfortable telling him. I don’t care what he thinks of you. The only opinion I’ve ever cared about is mine…and my mama’s…‘cause she scares me.”
“Well, hopefully your gun runner friend likes me more than your sister did.”
Jackson