and use it.” Jack sighed. “Fuck. We’re back to square one, unless…” He shot a text off. “Maybe there’s something Leo can do now that we know what was used to send the photos. In the meantime, I’m going to do a little investigating into this app.”
Joker nodded and stood. “Lunch?”
“Yep.”
A few minutes later, Leo called. Jack filled him in on what was going on with the app without telling him about the photos or the connection to Fitz being drugged. Leo was a sweet guy, loyal to a fault, but he was King’s boyfriend after all, and Jack wouldn’t put him in a position where he had to keep secrets from King.
“Thanks for helping me out with this. I’m stumped. I can’t find a trace of this app.”
“That’s because it’s gone,” Leo said, the sound of clacking keys coming through the phone. “The creator and everything they’ve created is gone. Vanished. Not a good sign. Someone that active doesn’t just disappear, and if they do, they generally don’t take all their toys with them unless those toys pose a threat to them, like possible exposure. I’ve asked around, and either no one knows what happened to them or they’re not talking.”
“Damn. Okay. It was a long shot, but worth a try.”
“Sorry.”
“Thanks, Leo.”
“Oh, before I go, can you tell Ace that I appreciate his contribution to my love of Swedish Fish, but if he ever sends me those abomination cookies again, I will take great pleasure in his demise. Just because they say Swedish Fish and are red, does not make them Swedish Fish.”
Jack held back a laugh. “I’ll tell him.”
“I mean, Swedish Fish are fish. Not real fish, obviously, but fish-shaped. Those are a travesty to Swedish Fish-kind! Why would someone do that, Jack? Hm?”
“I don’t know, Leo. It sounds terrible.”
“It is! Awful! I sent a very stern email. Okay, I started to, but then I felt bad because they probably worked very hard on those cookies, abomination or not, but I wanted to! I was very tempted to hit Send, very tempted.”
“I’m sure they appreciate your efforts.”
“They should.” Leo grumbled some more over the evil cookies before hanging up.
Leo was… one of a kind, and Jack loved him for it. A knock sounded on the door, snapping him out of his trance. Today was a bust. He couldn’t believe neither he nor Leo had been able to find any trace of the damn app. Another knock and he sat back with a sigh.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and Fitz popped his head in. “Hi.”
It was amazing how quickly his mood shifted. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Am I interrupting?” Fitz asked, sounding uncertain as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I should have called, and I know we’re meeting for dinner, but I really wanted to see you. You’re probably super busy.”
“Your timing is perfect, actually, and I’m very happy you came to see me.” Jack stood and walked around his desk, meeting Fitz halfway. He pulled Fitz into his arms and kissed him, smiling against his mouth as Fitz melted into Jack, his lips parting for Jack’s tongue. Kissing Fitz had quickly become his favorite thing to do. Yes, the sex was out of this world, but the way Fitz’s body reacted to simply being near Jack, his soft, pliant lips welcoming Jack’s tongue… It was everything. And the way he smelled, the softness of his hair… fuck, Jack was crazy about the guy.
The last several weeks had been something out of a dream, everything, yet nothing felt new. It was bizarre. He’d never experienced this familiarity or intimacy with someone like he did with Fitz. How was that possible? People didn’t just fall in love, did they? That happened in Jay’s novels, not in real life. Or did it? Was it possible for two people to come together and just know? To meet, form a bond, and boom that’s your person? In just a few short weeks, Fitz had come to know him more than any man Jack had ever dated, more than most people who weren’t his family of brothers-in-arms.
Jack allowed Fitz to lead him over to the couch and gently push him down onto it. He straddled Jack’s lap with a sweet moan before running a hand though Jack’s hair.
“What’s that head of yours trying to figure out?”
“How did you know I was trying to work something out?” Jack asked, running a hand down Fitz’s back. His smile stole Jack’s breath away every time.