A Shock to Your System (Dangerous Creatures #2) (9 page)

The covers only barely covered Ethan’s
chest, which showed off his amazing muscles and small pink budding
nipples. The bandages that were wrapped around his chest, hiding
what had been done to him, could hardly be seen with the ugly
blanket covering most of him.

All in all, Ethan looked pretty good… good
enough for Jamie to want to kiss him again, to press his mouth over
every inch of exposed flesh and suck on it, leaving Ethan with a
reminder of Jamie when they parted ways.

Jamie knew he really shouldn't be having
thoughts like this. It was morbid. His stupid cock wasn’t just
interested, it was hard. He wanted to crawl into bed with Ethan
right now, and not because there was nowhere else to sleep. It was
likely the better idea if he slept on the floor, or in the chair.
Just as long as he didn't try to get anywhere near Ethan when he
was so horny and pathetically desperate.

He had to get out of this room. He needed to
be alone. He needed a shower.

“
I gotta go.” Jamie
launched himself out of his chair and power walked to the bathroom.
He shut and locked the door behind him, as if the lock would be
enough to keep him from going back out there and climbing under the
sheets with Ethan and begging the man to fuck him.

Tomorrow they were parting ways. This was
going to be their last night together. Ever. That seemed to be the
theme of Jamie's thoughts and he couldn't stop it. If anything
Jamie felt he had to take advantage of a situation like that,
otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Of course, if he did do something about it,
he was going to regret it whether Ethan accepted or rejected him.
Jamie was basically torturing himself.

He stripped out of his clothes and turned on
the hot spray, letting the water run until the room was steaming,
and then he got in, his dick bouncing a little as his hooked his
legs over the tub and shut the curtain.

A cold shower wasn't going to cut it. Not
now. He was too far-gone and he needed to get off. Nothing less
would do at this point.

Jamie put his face under the spray, and then
soaped up his hands real quick.

It was always better with something slick,
though nothing was as good as someone else’s hand instead of his
own. Or Ethan’s hand. Ethan’s hand would be a thousand times
better.

And his mouth felt about a million times
better than that.

Jamie spread his feet apart, bringing one
had up to touch his nipples just before wrapping his fist around
his cock, and then gripping tight to give himself a slow, leisurely
stroke.

He sighed. This is what he needed. He just
needed to relax and get his body to stop being so reactive around
Ethan. This would do it. Yeah, this was nice and it would work just
fine.

Jamie stroked again and again, slower this
time, flicking his nipple before bringing his free hand to his
balls.

He'd finish himself off in here and then go
back out there and go to sleep. He wouldn't even have to look at
Ethan for very long.

But imagining that Ethan was looking at him
right now made him feel really damned good. The man would be
watching, dark eyes half lidded with lust, and Jaime wanted to give
him a show.

Jamie imagined the last time they were
together. It had been their first real date, and Jamie went back to
Ethan's place for the night. He didn't want to think about all the
emotional stuff that he'd felt that night, he just wanted to bring
himself back to the moment when Ethan had pushed him down onto the
couch, yanked off his pants and then put Jamie's legs over his
shoulders.

Jamie bit his bottom lip, but a small moan
still made its way through. He had to stop sliding his free hand
over his abs, his chest, his budding nipples—when had it moved
there?—and put it against the tiled wall just to help keep his
balance.

Jamie’s knees shook, and
Ethan wasn't even in here with him. He was just
thinking
about the man.

The thought of the way Ethan kissed him, how
his mouth was always soft, but then rough because of the trim
beard. Jamie hadn't minded the prickliness. He'd adored the scratch
on his mouth, and then later on his thighs whenever Ethan kissed
and sucked on his thighs and cock.

Jamie came quickly, a little too quickly,
but there was nothing that could be done about that. He groaned as
he spilled into his hand, and he panted as he watched his cum drain
away with the rest of the water.

Jamie it was having trouble catching his
breath. The fact that the tiny off-white bathroom was completely
filled with steam wasn't helping either.

He had to wait for the aftershocks to taper
off, for his heart to slow down and his limbs to stop trembling
before he rinsed himself off. As if he could wash away what he'd
just done, or forget about it.

Jamie took his time in the bathroom, wanting
desperately for Ethan to be asleep when he got back.

Now that he’d jerked off, he had the
paranoid fear that Ethan had been able to hear all of Jamie’s tiny
moans and sighs in the shower, and he didn’t want to deal with
that, with looking at Ethan and wondering if he’d heard, and sort
of, kind of, in the back of his mind hoping that Ethan had.

Jamie got dressed in his dirty clothes, but
at least now he didn't feel so grubby. He wasn't as gross as
before, so that had to count for something.

He walked out of the bathroom, forcing the
sort of casual air about him that he naturally had whenever he was
walking around his own apartment.

The only difference was that Ethan was here;
he was still awake and looking right at Jamie.

"I was hoping you'd just fallen asleep with
the lamp on."

He really hadn't meant for that to come out
of his mouth.

"Why? Because you were embarrassed about
jerking off in the shower?"

Chapter Six

Jamie stopped dead. No way. There was no
fucking way that had just come out of Ethan's mouth. But Jamie had
heard what he'd heard and his brain wasn’t disagreeing with his
ears. "What?"

Ethan winced a little as he pushed himself
up. “I could hear you in there. I think you even said my name.”

Jamie wanted to die. To crawl into a hole
and die, vanish from the face of the earth—poof, gone. No more
Jamie Holland for the world to see. This was too humiliating. It
didn’t matter that he’d been thinking about how hot it would be to
have Ethan watching him. Thinking about it and having the man right
here confronting him about it were two totally different
things.

"Wait a minute. How the hell did you even
know? I wasn't being loud or anything."

"We're in a crappy motel room with itchy
sheets and paper-thin walls. I could hear a colony of ants moving
around in there if there were any."

Jamie wasn't sure that there weren't any in
there hiding inside the cracks in the tile or something.

He was still humiliated, and that brought
out his defensive nature. "So what? Everyone does it."

"I'm not attacking you for it, Jamie," Ethan
said. "I was just thinking that you must've really felt you had to,
to run in the bathroom and do that."

"Great. I'm going to bed," Jamie said, and
he then tried to pick out exactly where he could sleep as quickly
as possible that wouldn't make him look completely undignified or
desperate. He'd embarrassed himself enough already.

That spot by the corner near the heating
vent looked all right.

"Get into bed with me, Jamie."

For the second time in two and a half
minutes, Jamie tensed up. He stared at Ethan with a whole lot of
suspicion. “No way.”

"Don't start pulling this shy shit with me
now," Ethan said, making Jamie's heart jump. "We once spent the
entire morning naked in your bed. We're both adults here."

"Yeah, we are," Jamie agreed lamely. As if
he had nothing else to say.

"So what's the problem?"

"The problem is that it's our last night
together and if get in bed with you I'm going to have sex with
you," Jamie snapped. “I will totally assault you because I won’t be
able to stop, and unless you’re into that, it’s not a good
thing.”

It was true, too. That was exactly what was
going to happen because the shower hadn't helped him nearly as much
as he'd hoped it would. He'd come in the shower, but now his stupid
cock was reacting as if he could have sex all night long. He was
hot and bothered like Ethan’s warm, whispery voice had been
speaking dirty promises in his ear all night long.

Ethan just gave him a strange look. "I'm not
exactly shy either," he said, as if that should have been the most
obvious thing in the world.

Either way, his words weren't helping
Jamie's resolve. "You're recovering from an injury. Lots of
them."

"I'm not talking about putting you in chains
and doing any of that BDSM shit," Ethan said.

"Says the guy who liked it when I cuffed him
to my bed and blindfolded him,” Jamie replied.

Holy kink, Batman. Now that he thought about
it, they had quite a lot of sexual history for a couple of guys who
hadn’t been together all that long. They were like rabbits, and now
Ethan was telling him he wanted him.

"Jamie, just get out of those clothes and
get over here. Now would be preferable." Ethan accented his command
by pushing the crappy blanket down his chest before tossing it off
his legs. He exposed his body, which was still an excellent sight
to behold with the bandages and all. It also allowed Jamie to see
the way Ethan’s cock—hard and thick—had sprung up, pointing at
Ethan’s stomach.

Jamie’s breath caught at the sight. It was
dark in color compared to the rest of Ethan’s skin, dark curls
accenting the length of it, and fuck, Jamie wanted to touch that.
His mouth wanted to touch, lips wanted to kiss and suck on it,
hearing Ethan calling his name this time.

“
When,” Jamie cleared his
throat to make his voice sound right again. “When did you take your
boxers off?” They weren’t anywhere on his legs. Were they on the
floor on the other side of the bed?

“
When you were in the
shower. Are you coming, or what?” Ethan asked, reaching down and
letting his fingers curl around the base of his shaft. That sight
destroyed Jamie's self control, like cracking glass that finally
shattered at the lightest touch. What could Jamie do except listen
to the man?

He stripped out of his dirty clothes again
as he walked over to the bed, and then carefully put his knee up
onto the mattress before he climbed in next to Ethan.

****

Ethan immediately felt warmer the second
Jamie stretched out next to him. Both of them naked, skin touching
as Jamie got down on his stomach and looked up at him with that
wide-eyed innocent expression, as if waiting for him to do
something.

And fuck, Ethan was almost a hundred percent
sure that Jamie had put himself in that position on purpose. The
way it exposed the flesh of his back, how his spine dipped when he
propped himself up on his elbows, and then there was the swell of
the globes of his ass.

No tan lines anywhere on him. Ethan still
couldn’t figure out how he did that.

Jamie’s hair was still wet from the shower.
He pulled himself up to sit down next to Ethan, sitting up against
the headboard and pillows, stretching his legs out beside
Ethan's.

Ethan was overcome with the need to touch
and taste.

It they were really going to part ways
tomorrow, he might as well give them what they both wanted right
now.

Jamie was sitting right next to him, their
elbows were touching, but the man was hardly moving at all. It was
like sitting next to a nervous virgin or something, and that was
the last thing Jamie was.

Maybe he’d read this wrong.

"If you really don't want to do this,
there's no pressure," Ethan said.

"I want to," Jamie said, but then looked
about as unsure as ever. "It's just..."

"Just what?" Ethan asked.

He reached over and touched Jamie's chin. He
had to touch him somewhere, the shoulder to shoulder thing wasn't
cutting it for him.

Jamie's chin was as smooth as ever. He
couldn’t grow a beard to save his life, and his eyes got a lot
bigger when Ethan touched him.

"Nothing," Jamie said, shaking his head, and
he pushed himself up onto his knees and pressed his pink lips to
Ethan's mouth.

That
was what he wanted. Ethan closed his eyes and moaned
immediately, though they quickly shot back open again, stunned when
Jamie took the initiative and thrust his slick tongue into Ethan's
mouth. The man licked him deep, practically claiming him. Ethan
loved it.

“
Mmmm
,” Jamie said, a soft sighing noise when Ethan pushed his
tongue back, both sliding against each other now. That noise
vibrated in Ethan’s mouth, causing a ripple effect that sent
shivers down his throat, shoulders, spine, arms and legs, ending
with multiple hard throbbing sensations through his cock. He never
wanted to push himself inside of Jamie before the way he did right
now.

Ethan needed more. His body was burning, it
was buzzing. So much so that he had to break the kiss and look down
at Jamie's hands just to make sure the man wasn't accidentally
shocking him.

Nothing. No tiny volts of lightning shot out
from his fingertips this time.

"What's wrong?" Jamie asked.

God
, his breathless voice, and from that one kiss alone, was
pure sex. It wasn’t just Ethan’s cock this time. His entire body
throbbed.

"Nothing, come here," Ethan said, putting
his hand on the back of Jamie's head and yanking his face forward
for another kiss. Their lips were moist and immediately opening for
each other. Ethan took the opportunity to slide his tongue against
Jamie’s, taking charge this time and showing the man how hardball
was really played.