The john reached out and touched both their heads.
“Come on.” He was begging. No doubt.
Jared didn’t want to break this kiss, but he was still here to service the john, so he pulled away from Tristan and glanced up at Rolex. He felt weirdly tender and, hell, generous.
Performance. He licked the side of the man’s cock as if he genuinely wanted it, as if that were the cock he’d wanted to feel, as if he were absolutely ravenous for it. He really did want to please the guy, especially when he kept stroking Jared’s hair but didn’t pull on it, like some arseholes did. Jared appreciated good manners.
Tristan grinned at him and licked along the other side,
making the man jerk so hard in the chair that it almost looked like a seizure. They both slid up and kissed, brushing the tip, and Jared squeezed the man’s balls while Tristan’s tongue teased the rim of the crown, his hand around the john’s cock now, jerking him slowly. Their mouths met over the head of 31
the john’s cock, and their lips and tongues teased each other and him at the same time. The man made a strangled sound, tensed, and both of them lifted their heads just as he came, staying so close together that he came on their faces, but, well, that was fine. Some guys got off on that.
Tristan grinned and kept stroking the john through it
until the man released them and waved his hand.
They both sat back, wiping their faces. Rolex picked up a
stack of napkins that had come in with the champagne bottle and handed it to them with a shaking hand before he took a couple and cleaned himself off.
No one spoke for a long time. The only sounds were
napkins brushing on skin, men getting to their feet and
getting dressed. The whole room felt surreal. Otherworldly.
As if the tension that had built since their arrival had become a tangible thing and shattered, and they were all moving carefully and slowly to avoid disturbing the pieces on the ground. That, or Jared was just halfway out of his mind from everything. Which was entirely possible; he wasn’t even sure he could fit this evening into his head.
The john handed Tristan the thick stack of notes. “You
two are . . . you’re well worth the money.”
Tristan grinned as he slid the cash into his back pocket.
“Well, if you feel the need, you know where to find us again.”
Rolex laughed, and it was a lethargic, sleepy sound. “I
don’t know which you boys will kill first. Me or my bank
account.”
“Only one way to find out.” Tristan winked at him. Then
he turned to Jared. “Ready to go?”
Jared nodded. He wasn’t sure what to say to the john—
Thanks for the hottest sex I’ve ever had, even if you barely touched me? —so he just smiled, and then Tristan put his arm around 32
Jared’s waist. Jared pretended his heart wasn’t fluttering at Tristan’s touch.
Wordlessly, they left the john’s hotel room. On the
way down the hal , Jared finally found his voice. “That was different.”
“No kidding.” Had Tristan just shivered? Jared was sure
he had.
They stopped in front of the lift, and Jared pressed the
button. While they waited, he said, “So all the things you’ve heard about me. Good things, I hope?”
Tristan grinned and pulled Jared closer to his side. He
kissed just below Jared’s ear and said, “All very good things.”
He paused to nibble Jared’s earlobe. “And every one of them was a bloody understatement.”
This time it was Jared who shivered.
The lift doors opened. Once they were closed, and they
were safely separated from anyone else for at least a minute or so, Tristan pulled the money out of his pocket. He counted out a third for Jared—the remaining third went to Market Garden—and stowed away his own share. Jared was too far
gone to crunch the numbers, but he could tell at a glance
this was a lot more than he usually brought back to Market Garden before he subtracted the boss’s cut.
“You know,” Tristan said, watching Jared thumb through
the notes, “we could make a killing doing this.”
“Working together?”
Tristan nodded. That spine-tingling, devilish grin spread
across his lips, and he slid his arm around Jared’s waist again.
No need for that now. Holy shit, maybe he likes me. “If you’re game, then I say, let’s make some money together.”
He kissed Jared before Jared could formulate a response.
Not that it mattered.
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Working with Tristan? Getting fucked, sucked, kissed,
and touched by Tristan? For the kind of money that was in
his hand right now?
There was only one answer to that.
Hell yes.