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“Don’t need to. With a single annoying comment, I can summon your stern Daddy’s-going-to-spank-you tone and totally get off. I pay a more expensive-per-minute rate with you, but I think it’s worth it.”
“Wiseass.”
When he laid next to Roy to look up at the stars again, DJ moved his hand next to Roy’s hip. “Now that it’s not to procrastinate, can I fondle you?”
Roy clasped DJ’s hand. “You can stay just like this, and I won’t break your fingers. I was surprised you went with Sy and Trey, instead of having Moss pull in studio musicians.”
“Yeah. It just feels right, to use guys who are like we were. For now.”
They fell silent. After a while, DJ spoke the truth to the sky above, and for the man next to him.
“Out here, like this, after being with you… This is the closest to whole I’ve felt since it happened. I know I’m a long way from okay, but back when it happened, I was sure I’d never be this close to it again. Thanks, Roy.”
Roy’s grip tightened on his. “Let’s go back to bed, Dory.”
If that was what it took, Roy would keep making him feel that way, all night long.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
They’d planned to stay at Gilda’s long enough to confirm she and Marjorie were comfortable. They were shooed off within an hour. While they didn’t talk about what they planned to do next, Roy drove them back toward Charlotte and they checked into a hotel room there. He should have known DJ would guess what he had in mind.
In the morning, Roy woke to find his client stretched out next to him, head propped on his hand. Roy yawned. “Gazing at me adoringly while I sleep?
DJ made a show of checking under the covers. “No vagina here, so no. I’m waiting for you to wake up so I can pester you about something.”
“Before coffee? I knew I should have booked a separate room.”
“We’re role playing that we’re on a budget,” DJ told him.
“Sexy. Every girl’s fantasy.”
“Isn’t that dungeon Logan told us about tomorrow night? That’s why we came back here, right?”
“You know, I think it is. Nice coincidence that we’re this close to it.”
Roy stretched lazily and laced his fingers behind his head. DJ wore his pajama bottoms with a loose waistband that revealed plenty of hipbone. Roy was getting very fond of them. He still missed the curly hair, but the lack of it made the tempting lips even more noticeable.
Roy brought him down to his mouth and tasted mint. DJ had brushed his teeth for him.
Making an appreciative noise, he crooked an arm around DJ’s neck. Roy drew DJ’s hand down to his erection and wrapped DJ’s fingers around it, his own over top of them. He began to move them, getting DJ started on what he wanted from him. He’d push him down there before long, using his mouth to get Roy slick enough to take his ass, very first thing. Then he’d make DJ promise to eat a hearty, healthy breakfast in exchange for a mind-blowing orgasm.
He wasn’t above blackmail to take care of his charge.
“So we’re going?” DJ said.
“Did I say that?”
When DJ muttered something uncomplimentary, Roy wrapped his fingers around the back of DJ’s neck, earning a startled but readily interested look.
“Behave. And get me good and wet. I’m bigger in the morning, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
DJ’s gaze flashed with desire. That sternness he’d joked about wasn’t a joke to him when Roy was using it with intent. Roy was also aware that when he coupled it to messages of care as he’d just done, his submissive responded even more strongly.
DJ slid down and put his mouth on Roy’s cock eagerly. The slick heat of it was heaven, and Roy was tempted to empty himself there, but he wanted to do that inside DJ’s beautiful ass.
After DJ got him wet enough, he reversed their positions, putting the kid over pillows and taking him from behind, handsbraced on either side of his shoulders. DJ hugged the pillows, his face buried in them to muffle his cries.
When they finished, Roy lay upon him. DJ’s cheek was against his palm. “Will you go as my submissive, DJ?”
