Page 21 of Knot That Serious

“Like I said, I’ve had practice,” Beckett retorted.

Jack studied his nails for a moment more, and Beckett studied Jack studying him. The music swelled around them and Beckett hummed, delighted at Jack’s attention.

“Ever seen painted nails wrapped around your cock?” Beckett asked.

He held in a laugh at Jack’s frozen expression, eyes flicking from Beckett’s hands to his face and back again as the words sank in.

Jack finally shook his head.

“Want to?” Beckett asked.

Jack found his voice. “I don’t know, I don’t usually put out on the first date,” Jack said with a smirk.

Beckett snorted, then wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, palm warm against his skin, and leaned in.

His lips were warm and soft, a hint of those cream sodas still lingering on his tongue. Beckett chased the taste of him, and Jack’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. The music carried them over to the couch, and Jack pushed him down onto it, breaking the kiss.

Beckett landed with a hmph and stared up at Jack.

“What?” Beckett asked, leaning back and spreading his palms over his thighs. Jack looked thoughtful, and Beckett wanted to know what he was thinking about.

“I spent the whole night freaking out because you’re so nice,” Jack admitted, brow furrowed as his gaze roamed Beckett’s face. “But you’re not nice at all, are you?” he purred, and Beckett huffed as Jack lowered himself into Beckett’s lap, straddling his thighs.

The other alpha settled across his midsection like he belonged there.

“Do you want me to be nice? Press you into the pillows and tell you you’re beautiful?” Because Beckett would, in a heartbeat.

But Jack shook his head, after only the smallest hesitation. “No, no, I want to see more of this Beckett,” he said, swiveling his hips over the slowly growing bulge.

“Good,” Beckett said, and leaned up to take Jack’s mouth.

“Knew you would be trouble,” Jack said into the kiss.

“Me?” Beckett asked, indignant even as their lips still brushed.

“Yes, you,” Jack mumbled. “I can see your fucking nipples.”

“Noticed that, did you?” Beckett drawled, sliding his hands up Jack’s sides, over the smooth silk shirt. “And what about you?” He dragged his hands to Jack’s chest, cupping his pecs and brushing over his nipples. It took a few times, but within moments Beckett glanced down, proud.

“See?” he prompted, and Jack followed his gaze.

His nipples were protruding against the soft silk obscenely. “Oh, come on,” Jack complained. “At least they were hidden.”

“As if,” Beckett retorted, and combed a hand through Jack’s hair, pulling down to meet him in a kiss, a smile injected into it. “It was chilly in the restaurant.”

Jack stuttered for a moment before he unthreaded the first button at his sternum. “Well, it’s warm in here, wouldn’t you say?”

Beckett traced his palms up Jack’s freshly bared skin and over his chest, slipping the shirt over his shoulders to crumple to the floor. It revealed his sleeve of tattoos, and Beckett smoothed a thumb over the new ones. And one he hadn’t noticed before.

“Is that an eye?” Beckett cried, and then immediately changed his tone. “I mean, oh, look at that one.”

Jack guffawed and flipped his arm over to see the tattoo. “Does it freak you out?”

“Maybe a little,” Beckett admitted.

Jack laughed. “Don’t worry, he’s not watching.”

“Oh, Jack, I really wish you hadn’t said that,” Beckett whined.

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