Page 91 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
His eyes shot up to Joe’s, taking him by surprise. One hand gripped the top of the towel and wrenched him close as the other wrapped tight, just the right sort of tight, around his delicious length. “Percy,” Joe grunted.
Percy pushed his lips against Joe’s, Joe’s lips parted, and Percy’s tongue found Joe’s, and it was an agony of perseverance as Joe found the strength to respond, “Shower.”
The kiss stopped, but Percy remained exactly where he was, cheek close by Joe’s, hand on dick, in utter disbelief. “I don’t think I could have heard you correctly.”
“No. Shower. Now. Please.”
Percy sank his teeth into his lip and Joe’s resolve almost crumbled at the enticing display. “You want me to go in there?”
“Mmm.”
“Away from you?”
“Yes…” Then, to fill the deafening silence, “It’s been a long time.”
Percy let go of Joe’s perfect cock and braced himself against the wall, suddenly looking about thirty years older. “You’re going to be very particular about this sort of thing, are you? Going forward?”
“It’s really just the blood,” Joe mumbled. “And the vomit. And the dirt and sand. And chips. Half digested, is all?—”
“Very well.” Percy staggered exhaustedly towards the bathroom, half turning only briefly before he crossed the threshold to say, “But keep the towel on.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
The room Joe found himself alone in was stupidly large. The bed, yes, the bed was big, but still the suite found space for a full lounge setting with a coffee table, a huge desk replete with writing materials, side boards here and there, chandeliers to a surfeit, and, of course, a grand piano.
Dwarfed, he wandered aimlessly, unsure where to place himself. He could wait on the couch. Dull. He could get into the bed, but the bed was stark and almost cold-looking under the high ceiling.
He called room service to order champagne. He ummed and ahhed over which bottle to request, not wanting to spend too much, but knowing Percy would likely complain if he didn’t buy the best. After picking something from the middle of the list, he wondered if obtaining a second credit card for the trip was feasible.
He switched lamps on and off here and there and tried to make everything right, and ultimately, he was leaning over the coffee table, setting fire to the last of the many candles in oneof the many candelabras that came with the room, when he felt Percy’s presence.
It was complete madness.
It had to be.
No one should be that beautiful.
Percy leaned against the doorframe, wrapped in his own low-slung towel, looking at Joe in a way no one in his life had ever looked at him before. No one except Percy.
“How long have you been there?”
“Not long enough.”
Percy didn’t move. Joe didn’t move.
“Ow, fuck!” yelled Joe as the lit match burned his fingers.
“Are you all right, darling?”
Joe slipped his thumb into his mouth, provoking Percy into action. He made his way swiftly across the wide room, eyes on Joe.
There was a knock at the door. “Servizio in camera,” a voice called.
“Leave it outside,” Percy growled.
“Scusa,” Joe called, laughing as he took an insanity-inducing step back out of Percy’s reach. “He’s a beast.”
