He cleared his throat. “I see why you and Tristan get along.” Blake thumbed one of the cuff links. “Same bizarre sense of humor.”
At that, Jason laughed. “We do have a few things in common, yes.” He watched Blake playing with the cuff links. “So are those on the table? Or do you prefer cash to bartering?”
“That depends.” Blake slid one of the cuff links free and held it up. Turning it between his fingers while Jason stared at it like a raven enraptured, he said, “What does a pair of eighteen-karat-gold cuff links get me?”
“I guess that depends.” Jason licked his lips and met Blake’s gaze. “What do you want?”
“I asked first.” Blake set the cuff link on the nightstand and started to take off the other one. “You opened the bids. Seems only fair you should tell me what we’re haggling over.”
The cuff link came free, and Jason again watched Blake turn it between his fingers.
“Maybe,” Blake said, deliberately making a slow gesture of setting the cuff link beside the first, “I should leave these right here.” The gold made a subtle clink as he set it down. “And we’ll . . . start. See how things go.”
Jason eyed him dubiously. “We should agree on a price beforehand.”
“Mm-hmm. But we’re dealing in currency that doesn’t have a set exchange rate.” Blake shrugged out of his jacket. “So why don’t we do what comes naturally, and when one of us decides the cuff links have been earned, they’re yours.”
Jason pursed his lips. “How do we know when it’s reached a fair price?”
Blake tossed his jacket over the chair on top of his tie. “We’ll negotiate it when we get there. When you think you’ve earned them, say so, and I’ll tell you if I agree. If I think you’ve earned them, I’ll say so.”
Jason hesitated, but then the most mouthwatering grin pulled at his lips. “I think I like the sound of this game.” He started unbuckling his belt.
They took off their clothes, and when Blake faced him, both of them completely naked now, he had to fight the urge to just hand over the cuff links. The sight of that gorgeous body was easily worth a couple grand. If Jason really did moonlight as a stripper, it was a wonder he didn’t own half of London. Royals and all.
Lean muscles. Smooth skin. Not a single tattoo. Blake could have stared at that body happily for the whole night and not get bored, but he was quite unbearably horny. Still, he wanted to draw out this first encounter. After the way Jason had played it, it was time for some payback. “I think you should get on the bed.”
“And you?” Jason was already stepping to the side of the bed, then settled there, on his back when Blake didn’t give more specific orders.
“I’ll be right here.”
He neared the bed, picked up the bottle of lube, and handed it to Jason, aware that his cock was pointing at Jason’s face and it wouldn’t take a lot . . .
Patience.
Jason’s eyes were on his groin, and he very slowly lifted his gaze to Blake’s face. “You are a bit of a voyeur. They said.”
“I don’t get the impression you’re shocked or turned off.”
“Ah. No.” Jason uncapped the lube and warmed it in his hands, then ran a slick hand along his cock. As hard and hot as he must’ve been, Blake was surprised the lube didn’t turn to vapor on contact. “I do like attention.”
He squeezed himself, then let his legs fall open, and ran his hand downward, slick fingers traveling past his balls. Blake’s cock jumped when Jason pushed two fingers inside, deep enough he had to have really felt it. Jason closed his eyes and groaned.
Jason liked attention, and Blake wanted to give him lots and lots and lots of attention, but this was . . . wow. The way he fucked himself with his hand. The way he bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut.
“This will . . .” Jason exhaled and managed to open his eyes a little. “This will feel even better when it’s your cock instead.”
“We’ll get there.” If I don’t have heart failure first. “But before we do, I . . .” What were we talking about? “I want to watch. You.”
“This is supposed to be me getting you off.” Jason started stroking himself with his other hand, and moaned softly. “Not me . . . not . . .”
“Oh, you’re doing quite all right.” Blake was out of breath even though he wasn’t doing a damned thing. “I like what I see.” He swept his tongue across his lips. “And I fully intend to fuck you tonight.”
Jason grinned. “If the price is right?”
“We’ll get to that. I’m not in any rush.” His body begged to differ—the sight of Jason stroking and fingering himself was torture of the sweetest kind. It took every shred of restraint Blake had—and there wasn’t much—to not put on a condom, push Jason’s hand out of the way, and fuck him until they both came. He wasn’t going to hurry. He probably wouldn’t survive if he hurried.
“If I do this much longer,” Jason slurred, “I’m gonna—”
“I know.” Blake ran a hand over Jason’s powerful thigh. “I’m counting on it.”