And that was the point Tasha stuck her head round the door and said, “Oi, babe, I know you’re wanking this time, so just keep the noise down, will ya?”
Jory froze. Mal craned his neck round to check her eyes were closed and said, “Uh, sorry, Tash, got a bit carried away.” Which, as soon as the words had left his mouth, he realised didn’t sound anything like what he’d have said if she had caught him jerking off.
Tasha frowned and opened one eye a crack. Then she opened them both fully. And sighed. “Riiight. Hi, Jory, good to see you. Imma go shove cotton wool in my ears. And bleach my brain. Night.”
She left.
They both cracked up, although Jory’s face went redder than anything Mal had ever seen. “Hey,” Mal said when he’d stopped laughing. “Now’s my chance to check how far down that blush goes.” He made a show of checking out Jory’s chest, not that it took a lot of acting ability cos Jory’s chest was seriously awesome. “Hm, no blush here. Think I’d better check lower down—”
“Mal?” Jory interrupted him. “Please lock the door first?”
“Nah, Tasha ain’t gonna be back.”
“Maybe not, but the thought of Jago Andrewartha bursting in on us—”
Mal was off that bed and locking the door before you could say Fuck, no! “Right,” he said, trying to switch from freaked out to seductive without passing Go. “It’s just you and me, baby.”
Jory gave him a look. “I’m seven years older than you. I’m not sure you should be calling me baby.”
“What do you want me to call you, then?” Mal grinned. “Daddy?”
“God, no. That’s what Gawen calls me.”
“Nah, he calls you Dad.”
“Close enough to be a total turn-off.”
“Total?” Mal climbed back onto the bed. Well, to be accurate, he climbed onto Jory, which was way more satisfying. “Not from where I’m sitting.”
Jory bucked his hard dick up against Mal’s, which, yeah, was good, but naked would be even better. Mal popped open the button of his own jeans and undid the zip, letting his stiffy spring free.
“No underwear?” Jory sounded like he approved.
“Whipped ’em off after we got off the phone.” Mal grinned as he squeezed Jory’s dick through his jeans. “Now, this lot has got to go.”
He undid Jory’s trousers and pouted. “Aw, kecks, no.”
Jory laughed. “Sorry I didn’t think to go commando.”
“Nah, don’t worry, we’ll soon sort that out. But just saying, anytime you wanna put on them tights of yours for a booty call . . .”
“Really? The climbing tights are what do it for you?”
“Have you seen your arse in them?” Simply thinking about it was making him harder. Mal pulled Jory’s jeans down far enough to get his hands on that arse and squeeze. “Made me wanna bend you over and fuck you halfway to America.”
Jory’s eyes were darker than the smugglers’ tunnel at midnight. In, like, a total eclipse. “Could do it now if you want.”
“Fuck me, you don’t have to offer twice.” Lube, Christ, he needed lube. And a condom. Like, this instant. Mal gave Jory’s gorgeous arse a final squeeze, then scrambled off him to get to his toiletries kit by the door.
When he turned back again, Jory was naked. And God, what a sight that was. Seven leagues of taut, lean muscle, all laid out like a banquet with Mal the only guest. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed.
Jory had this odd, shy look on his face, but it lightened into a smile at Mal’s words. “Come back here and show me you mean that,” he said, letting his legs fall apart in welcome.
Mal was on that like shite on mice. At least, he wanted to be. Jeans needed to go now. He glanced at his hands, one holding a slightly squashed box of condoms, the other a tube of lube, thought, Fuck this, and said, “Oi, catch,” as he chucked them over to Jory. Then he whipped his jeans off like a lunchtime strippagram with half a dozen calls to make, while Jory caught the stuff like a champ.
The next bit didn’t go quite so smoothly. He trod badly on his duff ankle and ended up more or less falling on top of Jory. Then again, he was having trouble seeing a downside to that. Especially as they both cracked up laughing.
“Oh my God, we should never shoot a sex tape. It’ll end up on one of them TV outtake shows.”
“No, it won’t,” Jory said seriously, and took hold of Mal’s face to kiss him. It was deeper and more intense than Mal had been expecting. More intimate. Jory pulled back after a mo. “If we shoot a sex tape, nobody gets to watch it but us.”
And that . . . that took Mal’s breath clean away, cos that was so much how he felt about Jory and had been trying to push down, to smother. “Nobody,” he heard himself agree. “Just you and me.”
“How do you want me?” Jory asked then, and Mal was torn cos he wanted Jory every way he could have him—but right now, there was only one thing he wanted.
“Like this. Wanna see you. That okay?”
Instead of an answer, Jory kissed him again, and it was good, so fucking good. Mal lay on top, feeling like he’d fallen on a live rail, electricity crackling at every point their skin touched. He all but whimpered when he forced himself to pull back.
“Gotta get you ready,” he said, his voice rough.
Jory hitched up those long legs of his, exposing himself, and Christ, what a sight. Mal wanted to dive straight in. He grabbed the lube with trembling hands, squeezed out way too much, and set to work with his fingers, teasing and stretching. Jory was tight around him, easing off gradually, then clenching again like he couldn’t help himself. “Relax, babe, I
