Jason was meticulously groomed—finger and toe nails were perfect, and where he wasn’t waxed, he’d had a very recent trim, without a hair out of place. Maybe that was all part of the stage persona, part of his professionalism, but he wore that persona with ease. Naturally. No jewelry or piercings anywhere that Blake had noticed, and no ink.
Maybe the time zones were messing with him, but he wasn’t tired enough to sleep again. He could always let Jason rest and recover while he went over some paperwork on his laptop.
Moving carefully to avoid disturbing Jason, he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, then grabbed a shower. Half the reason he kept coming back to this hotel was because the water got properly hot and had a decent amount of pressure, which seemed rare as hell in the UK. He washed and then stood under the spray, willing the hot water to either get him going or put him to sleep—he didn’t mind.
The shower door opened, startling him.
Jason nudged him to the side, and a second later, hissed. “Trying to turn into a lobster?”
“Aiming for crayfish first, but lobster sounds good.”
Jason muttered something about “insolent Colonials” and pushed the lever further toward the blue.
Blake was about to fire back with an equally snarky retort, but the water suddenly went from blissfully hot to painfully lukewarm. “Jesus!” He jumped as far out of the way as he could and let Jason take the full brunt of it. “We won’t be cooking any crustaceans in this shower.”
Jason laughed as he moved farther under the water and let that tepid nonsense wash over him as if that were a civilized thing to do. “Water temperature aside, I hope the intrusion isn’t unwelcome.”
“Unwelcome?” Blake grinned and slid his arms around Jason’s wet torso, gritting his teeth against the way-too-cool water running down way-too-hot skin. “Hardly. Though we haven’t negotiated a price for the shower, so I assume it won’t be added to my tab.”
Jason quirked his lips, and then shrugged. “Well, we haven’t done anything in the shower, so I can’t really charge you, can I?”
“Not yet, no.”
“Indeed. Not yet. But we can change that.”
“Mm-hmm. We can.”
“What do you have in mind?”
Blake gazed down at Jason’s wet, lean body. What did he have in mind? Oh hell, what didn’t he have in mind? “It’s tough to negotiate upfront when all I want to do is kiss you and get carried away.”
Jason licked his lips. “I like the sound of that.”
“Mm-hmm. I’m sure you like the price of it, too.”
“I do.” Jason reached up and clasped his hands behind Blake’s neck. “Tell you what—kiss me for a thousand quid. When lube comes into play, we’ll renegotiate.”
“Deal.” Blake didn’t give Jason a chance to respond. Instead, he finally did what he’d desperately wanted to do in the elevator—he shoved him up against the wall and kissed him. Jason tensed, probably because of the cold tiles, but then shivered and pulled Blake closer. Goddamn, they were both hard already. Even with that obnoxious cool water hitting his skin.
A thousand pounds for this? Bargain.
Still kissing him, Blake pulled one of Jason’s hands free and pinned his wrist to the wall beside his head. Then the other. Jason whimpered into his kiss and ground his hard-on against Blake’s. Obviously he didn’t mind, and everything about this—the power, the knowledge that Jason could turn the tables at any moment—aroused Blake like nobody’s business.
“You should be aware,” he panted, “that I know a lot of things we can do without lube.”
“Good,” Jason breathed. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
Blake let Jason’s hands go and pushed the door open far enough that he could reach a towel, which he folded and dropped on the floor. Then he kissed Jason again until they were both gasping. He worked his way down, Jason’s pulse pounding underneath his lips as he placed sucking kisses on the side of his throat.
And farther down, tracing the collarbone to the sternum. A small detour to one of the hard nipples. Jason jumped and called out when Blake caught the stiff nub between his teeth and rolled it. Cursing, Jason pushed his cock toward Blake.
“Patience,” Blake murmured, and kissed his way farther down. One kiss at a time, he traced the contour of Jason’s stomach until he was on his knees. He let Jason rock forward, and he rubbed his face along the length of the hard cock, making Jason hiss again.
Jason took his cock in hand and pointed it at Blake’s lips. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?”
Blake smiled. “You got me.”
Jason cradled the back of Blake’s head in one hand, and steadied his cock with the other. As Jason came forward, Blake opened his lips, and took him eagerly into his mouth.
Leaning back against the wall of the shower, Jason gazed down at him, eyes hooded. “You think you can take it all?”