Tristan broke eye contact for a second, taking a couple of slow breaths before looking up again. He shifted in the chair. The foot against the bed moved to the floor, and the other came up to replace it against the footboard. The front of his leather trousers was pulled tight across his erection—at least he wasn’t turned off by all this. In an alarming state of mind, maybe, but he was aroused, which was a relief. And a turn-on.
“Still need to get some clothes out of the way.” Rolex rubbed against Jared. “Maybe you should do something about that.”
“That’ll—” Tristan cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter. “That’ll cost you a couple hundred quid.”
Jared met Tristan’s eyes, and a slight grin appeared on Tristan’s taut lips. Well, that was promising.
“A couple hundred quid to have him strip me down?” Rolex gently turned Jared around to face him. “Worth every penny.”
Jared licked his lips. “Guess I should earn it, shouldn’t I?” He didn’t wait for a response before he knelt in front of Rolex. He slid his hands up from Rolex’s knees to his belt, letting his thumbs brush either side of the man’s erection.
Rolex gasped, grabbing the side of the footboard for balance. “Jesus . . .”
Jared glanced up at him and gave him a little grin before he started unbuckling the belt. He made even that into an exaggerated, seductive motion, sliding his finger under the leather and slowly, carefully pulling it through the belt loop. Once the buckle had come apart with a jingle, which seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room, Jared tugged the belt free a little at a time. Then he turned around to drop it behind him. As he did, he caught Tristan’s eye.
Tristan bit his lip and shifted again, though he kept his feet where they were this time. Hoping that was a good sign, Jared winked at him and, as he turned back towards Rolex, was rewarded with a quiet creak of leather. As he’d done before, he ran his hands up Rolex’s legs, slower this time, pressing his thumbs against the insides of the man’s thighs as he inched towards his groin.
“Holy fuck,” Rolex whispered. “Is there anything you two can’t make sexy?”
“Still looking for it.” Jared added all the suggestiveness he had to a lingering upward glance as he, more or less blindly, opened Rolex’s trousers. Rolex kept staring into his eyes, kept the contact there, and the intensity just ramped up. And up. Jared was so caught up in the moment, he nearly forgot what his task was. All the heat, all the anticipation pooled in his body, head to toe, and he could feel it was the same for Rolex, who swallowed, but didn’t break away.
When Jared took those finely tailored trousers and slid them down, inch by inch, brushing that fully erect cock all the way, Rolex’s abs tightened, but he still didn’t break the contact. Jared grinned and placed a kiss on his cock head under his briefs. That did it. Rolex’s knees shook and he closed his eyes. “Tease.”
Jared grinned and pulled the trousers all the way down, then slid the shoes and socks from Rolex’s feet before he removed the trousers fully.
Wow, he had nice legs. Many gym rats focused entirely on the shoulders and pecs, but Rolex was both ripped and well balanced. Jared rubbed his face against one of the hairy thighs while sliding his fingers under the waistband of Rolex’s designer briefs. He definitely liked the smell of this guy, and how easy it was to find the right buttons to throw him off his game. This was fun. Could have been so much more fun if not . . .
Next time we talk beforehand, all right?
He pulled one side of the briefs down and kissed the exposed soft skin there, traced a fine blue vein that snaked alongside with his tongue.
Rolex’s body trembled. “My God . . .”
“He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?” Tristan’s voice was as odd as his mood. Not quite steady, not quite . . . well, not quite anything. Tense? Shaky? Turned on? Irritated?
Jared slid a hand up over Rolex’s cock, and as he did, he looked over his shoulder at Tristan. His expression was as unreadable as his voice.
Come on, Tristan. Get it together until we’re done here. You’re a professional!
Jared turned towards Rolex again, and when he was absolutely certain his back was to Tristan and the john wasn’t looking at him, he rolled his eyes.
Then he went back to undressing Rolex. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly drew them down. The man’s cock was impressive—not as huge as some of the guys who worked at Market Garden, but big enough that Jared knew he’d be feeling him for a day or two. Just the way he liked it.
“You should get—” Rolex’s breath caught as Jared ran his fingertips along the underside of his cock. “You should get on the bed.”
Tristan’s stomach twisted itself into queasy knots as he watched Jared stand up. He’d barely been able to keep himself together while Rolex and Jared had undressed, but watching them fuck? He was going to lose his mind.
Jared paused to stretch a little—his knees were probably less than thrilled about kneeling for so long—while Rolex riffled around in a suitcase beside the bed. When the john withdrew his hand, Tristan wasn’t surprised to see a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube.