Extra Dirty

by K. Evan Coles

  “Hey, it’s cool.” Kyle patted his thigh and there was no hint of annoyance on his face. “If you’re not one hundred percent on board, I respect that. And trust me, I’m not trying to horn in on what you have going on with Jes.”

  To be honest, Cam had no idea what he had with Jesse, but he appreciated Kyle’s understanding.

  “Thanks,” Cam said with a grateful smile. “Jesse already knows I’m not always great at spontaneous.” He glanced over at Jesse, hoping he wasn’t annoyed. Thankfully, his smile was understanding.

  “I’m gonna head out then.” Kyle gave them a small wave.

  Jesse stood and kissed Kyle, who then leaned down and gave Cam another kiss. Cam returned it with enthusiasm. “If you do change your mind, Cam, you know how to find me. If not, no worries. I’ll see you around anyway. I’m looking forward to gaming with you.”

  “Great,” Cam said, relieved Kyle’s feathers weren’t ruffled. He almost regretted not going through with the scene they’d had in mind tonight, but not quite enough to change his mind.

  “Have fun, boys,” Kyle called out before he shut the door.

  When they were alone, Cam turned to Jesse, feeling oddly shy.

  “C’mere,” Jesse said in a soft tone. He sat back on the sofa and tugged Cam down with him. Cam went willingly. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” Cam said. “My head’s in a weird place tonight.”

  “Yeah, I got that,” Jesse said. He ran a hand up and down Cam’s back. “You said so at the club earlier. What’s going on? Work?”

  “Sort of?”

  “Talk to me,” Jesse coaxed. “I’m not just trying to get in your pants here, Cam. I do care about what’s going on with you.”

  “I know,” Cam said. He traced his fingertips across Jesse’s firm chest, wishing there wasn’t fabric between them. “I hooked up with one of the bartenders a couple of times, and I’m not feeling it anymore. He got pissy about it, then I got distracted and took such a long break, the club owner hunted me down.”

  Jesse made a face. “Ah, yes, the overly clingy types. I’m familiar with them.”

  Cam could imagine he was. “Well, if I’m ever being that way, let me know.”

  Jesse smiled at him, but the look in his eyes was quite serious. He brushed Cam’s cheek with his thumb. “I will. But you have nothing to worry about, Cam. I’d like to see more of you, not less.”

  The weird knot of worry that had sat in Cam’s chest since the encounter with Ben loosened. Cam leaned in and kissed him. “You’re okay with me not being up for Kyle joining us?”

  “Of course. It would have been fun, but I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you’re not sure you want to do.”

  “Give me time to think about it,” Cam said. “I don’t know. Like I said, I’m not feeling it tonight. Going to bed with you and Kyle sounds fun, but I have to be sure about it. And with the mess in my head right now, I can’t be sure I’d still feel good about it in the morning.”

  “That’s fine.” Jesse expression relaxed. “I’m not going anywhere, Cam.”

  “Good.” Cam leaned in and kissed him.

  “Bedroom?” Jesse asked when he pulled back. Cam nodded.

  They stripped as soon as they were in the bedroom and it didn’t take long for them to pick up where they’d left off. Cam crawled over Jesse’s reclined body and took his cock in his mouth. Cam teased him for a long time. He took great delight in drawing it out, making Jesse pant and squirm while Cam worked him over.

  He pushed Cam away with a desperate groan and fumbled for the stash of condoms nearby. “You’re going to be lucky if I last longer than two seconds,” he said with a shaky sounding laugh. “But I’ll try.”

  Cam made a move for the lube, but Jesse gently batted his hand away. “Let me. If I watch you prep yourself, I will lose it now.”

  “How do you want me?” Cam asked.

  “Every way I can get you.” Jesse’s smile was lascivious.

  Cam grinned back. “I’m up for that, but I meant now.”

  “On your back.”

  Cam shifted onto the bed beside him and settled onto his back. He thrilled as Jesse rolled on the latex with trembling fingers. He loved that he could get Jesse so worked up.

  Jesse stretched out over him and slipped two slick fingers between Cam’s legs. Cam parted them farther and groaned when Jesse teased his rim. Jesse used slow, firm pressure to push his fingers inside. “Yesss,” Cam hissed, his hips rising and falling to meet the probing touch. “Oh, God, Jes. Feels so good.”

  Jesse nipped at Cam’s chest with his teeth. “You need more?”

  “I need your cock.” Cam clutched his shoulders. “Just fuck me. Now.”

  “Greedy.” Jesse withdrew his fingers, leaving Cam feeling empty. “I like it.”

  With another slick of lube on his cock, he settled back over Cam and aligned himself. Cam urged him on, gripping his ass to encourage him to go deeper.

  “Give me a minute,” Jesse said with a gasp. He slid a hand under Cam’s shoulders and threaded his fingers into Cam’s hair.

  They paused and Cam looked up, barely able to keep his eyes open or his hips still. Cam’s whole body was tight with tension and want, and when Jesse groaned and plunged deeper into him, Cam sobbed with relief. They grasped and bit at each other, grappling and searching for more. The rhythm of their fucking grew erratic and desperate, Cam holding on to Jesse as he encouraged him to go harder, letting out wordless sounds of need.

  “Cam,” Jesse cried out and the broken sound made Cam clench around him. They came, one after the other, and not until his shaking slowed did Cam realize he’d clutched Jesse so hard his fingers ached.

  Jesse kissed him, the gesture surprisingly tender after the force of their orgasms. He withdrew long enough to remove the condom, then stretched out next to Cam.

  A sheen of sweat covered Cam’s body and the air cooled his skin. He pressed a kiss to Jesse’s shoulder. “Fuck, Jesse,” he said a short while later, his voice low. He still felt shaky.

  “You can fuck Jesse later. He’s going to need a couple minutes to recover first.”

  Cam laughed and pulled him even closer, despite the sweat. Jesse held on tighter, too, and for a short while, they lay quiet, their breathing gradually slowing.

  “Damn we’re good at that,” Jesse said.

  “I’d have to agree.” He craned his neck and looked at Jesse. “I hope you aren’t too disappointed it was just the two of us.”

  Jesse stayed silent long enough that doubts began to creep in, but eventually, he answered. “No, I’m not disappointed at all.” His voice held a note Cam couldn’t begin to identify.

  “That’s good.”

  Jesse sifted his fingers through Cam’s hair for a moment before he replied. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

  Cam turned his head and kissed Jesse’s chest again. A strange feeling that he’d never experienced before bubbled up in him. He had no idea what it meant and no desire to analyze it at all. Maybe he should enjoy the moment for what it was and leave it at that.

  His lids were heavy all of a sudden, and he reached down with a groan, fumbling for the bed covers. Jesse helped pull them up and Cam settled on his side. Jesse clicked off the light and curved around him, settling an arm around Cam’s waist.

  In no time at all, he fell asleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Jesse ignored the dull throb behind his eyes and settled into his seat on the jet that would fly him back to New York. This was his fifth day waking up in London, and the summer sun brightened the skies outside the first-class cabin.

  “May I offer you a glass of champagne, Mr. Murtagh?”

  Jesse glanced up at Charlotte, a flight attendant with whom he’d flown before, and met her dark-blue eyes.

  “Yes, thank you. The Grand Siècle will be fine.”

  “Of course.”

  Charlotte set a tulip glass on the panel by the window and filled it with pale gold wine. She showed him a se
rene smile as he tasted the champagne—which was, as always, delicious—and waited for his nod.

  “We’ll begin takeoff in about twenty minutes.” Charlotte placed an amenity kit including pajamas and travel bag on the ottoman across from Jesse’s seat. “Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime?”

  He set his glass down. “I’ve got a bit of a headache, actually. I’d love a coffee once we’re airborne.”

  Charlotte gave him a gentle frown. “No need to wait for takeoff, sir. I’ll bring your coffee in a moment.”

  “Thank you, Charlotte.”

  Jesse turned back to the window after she’d moved away. He enjoyed traveling both for pleasure and for business, and he felt a genuine affinity for the bustling metropolis of London. However, the past week had put heavy demands on his business and social schedules, and he needed time off. He wouldn’t get much for a while yet, but he’d be home in New York and that put a grin on his face.

  After more wine, Jesse pulled his phone from his pocket and busied himself reading and replying to the correspondence already being funneled his way. He paused after he reached one message buried among the others, taken off guard to see the name of a man he hadn’t spoken to in over six months.

  Isaac.

  Jesse thumbed the message open and a smile tugged at his lips.

  You come to my city and don’t even bother to say hello? What is wrong with you?

  He stared at the words, aware of Charlotte serving his coffee and even of thanking her. But his mind stayed on Isaac Bryant, a Classics professor with whom Jesse had been involved for almost a year.

  Isaac had been teaching at Fordham University when Jesse had met him through friends, and they’d formed an instant connection. The affair had run hot and cold nearly from the beginning because Isaac had wanted the one thing Jesse was unwilling to give him: monogamy.

  For his part, Jesse had wanted something from Isaac, too—Isaac’s coming out. The professor had been deeply closeted and only his closest friends knew his sexual identity. Jesse’s frequent appearances in the society columns had made spending time in public with Isaac difficult, so they’d often stuck close to their apartments. If they’d ventured out together, they’d played the part of platonic friends. Isaac had even freaked out when he’d realized Jesse had told his brother, Kyle and Carter about the affair.

  The hiding had grated on Jesse. He’d known Isaac had needed to come to terms with being out, however, and stayed largely silent on the topic. Everything had changed the night Isaac had issued an ultimatum and insisted Jesse make their relationship exclusive or lose him altogether.

  An ache filled Jesse’s chest. Isaac had said awful things during that last argument, biphobic insults he’d heard before but had never cut as deep. He’d steeled his heart with ice and stared Isaac down. Then he’d called him a fucking coward and let loose his poisonous thoughts about Isaac’s ironclad closet.

  The image of Isaac’s face, heartbroken and ashamed, and the pain in his voice when he’d asked Jesse to leave were still fresh in his mind. His throat tightened. He’d had no right to demand Isaac come out before he felt ready. No one, not even Eric or Kyle or Carter, knew how badly things had ended or how much regret Jesse harbored for stooping so low. That Isaac had contacted him, despite his cruel words, made his heart thump. It took Jesse a long moment to compose a reply.

  How the hell am I supposed to know you live in London? And since when is New York not your city?

  * * * *

  Three hours into the flight, many of Jesse’s fellow passengers were sleeping and the cabin was silent under the plane’s roar of white noise. After takeoff, he’d changed into loungewear from his bag and retrieved his laptop so he could work in earnest. He continued messaging with Isaac over breakfast until Isaac left for work, and the timekeeping app on Jesse’s phone told him it was six-thirty a.m. in New York.

  A pleasant warmth stole over him, and he tapped out a message to Cam. The sun had hardly risen in Brooklyn, but he knew Cam was already headed for Manhattan.

  Got any plans this afternoon?

  Some time passed before his phone buzzed again, and the brevity of Cam’s statements spoke to a lack of coffee.

  You’re on a fucking plane, right? No plans ’til midnite. Working tonight.

  Jesse used his laptop to alter a reservation he’d placed earlier in the week, then replied.

  Yes, I’m on a fucking plane, der. Meet me outside B Flat on Church St, 3pm. I’ll buy you a drink.

  Playing hooky again, Big Money? Cam asked a minute later.

  “Smartass,” Jesse murmured.

  This flight’s over eight hours in duration, Red, and I clocked in while you were still sleeping. I’ll be into double digits by the time I leave the office.

  Cam’s answer came swiftly this time.

  That was shitty—my bad. I’ll meet you, but I’m dressed for work sooo…

  Sooo I don’t care because your ass looks excellent no matter what you’ve got on. See you at 3.

  Cam’s reply popped up, the speech bubble filled with curse words and blushing emoji, and made Jesse laugh.

  * * * *

  He found Cam standing by the black and red façade of the B-Flat Lounge in Tribeca, still dressed for school. Cam smiled at the sleek Murtagh Media sedan that pulled up to the curb.

  “Let me guess,” he said when Jesse opened the door. Cam climbed in and shut it behind him. “We’re not having a drink at B-Flat?”

  Jesse grinned. “Not tonight, no. I’d be happy to meet you here another time, though. It’s quite a decent bar.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” Cam replied. “Will we be flying again today?” He placed his bag and another carrier he’d told Jesse he used for transporting his records and turntables on the floor.

  “No more planes today.” Jesse met the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror and nodded. “I’ve already flown over three thousand miles,” he reminded Cam. “As such, I’d prefer we stay a bit more down-to-earth this afternoon.”

  “That’s a terrible pun,” Cam scolded. His tone and touch were gentle as he took hold of Jesse’s hand and the car slipped back into the flow of traffic. “But you look tired, so you’re forgiven. Didn’t you sleep during the flight?”

  “I napped for a while,” Jesse said. “I also went into the office, and it simply doesn’t do to show up to meetings with sheet marks pressed into one’s face.”

  “All part of your charm,” Cam countered. His smile sent pleasure zinging up Jesse’s spine. The feeling bloomed into desire as Cam pulled him close and sealed their mouths together.

  Jesse’s bones melted. Cam slid a hand under his suit jacket, and, Jesus, he liked those arms around him, never mind the heat on his mouth. A guy can lose himself in these kisses, Jesse thought lazily. He wouldn’t mind doing a whole lot of that after the miles he’d logged already. He did groan when the car slowed and forced himself to pull back. He rested his forehead against Cam’s.

  “We’re here,” he said and grinned at Cam’s laughter.

  “Dude, we drove two blocks.”

  “Not even.” Jesse sat up and straightened his jacket as the driver parked the car. “I have the car for the day and figured what the hell. Besides, this way you’d have no idea where we were going.”

  “You enjoy these games of bait and switch far too much,” Cam groused, but his eyes twinkled at Jesse, and he opened the door. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised given you do whatever the hell you want.”

  Jesse rolled his eyes. “Just get your ass out of the car, Cameron,” he muttered.

  They climbed out of the car and Cam glanced up and read the sign on the building before them. He blinked twice, his curiosity plain.

  “You’re taking me to a bathhouse?”

  “Yes, but not the kind of bathhouse you’re probably thinking of.” Jesse smirked. As much as he liked the idea of seeing Cam in a gay bathhouse, he craved a different kind of vibe today.

  “Aire is model
ed in the tradition of the Roman and Greek bathhouses,” he told Cam. “I like to come here after I fly and get a massage, do a circuit in the baths and get my head back together.”

  “No wonder you’re so relaxed all the time.”

  “Please—I was born this way.” Jesse waved at himself. “And I’m in the mood for extra pampering today if you’d like to join me.”

  He wanted Cam to accompany him into the spa, of course, but if he refused, they could always arrange to meet again another time. So the relief he experienced at Cam’s nod surprised him. He’d looked forward to spending time with Cam even more than he’d realized, and what the hell was that about?

  “I’ve never been to a spa.” Cam’s words broke through Jesse’s uneasy thoughts. “There’s a Russian place in Brooklyn my roommates rave about, but I haven’t gone in.”

  Jesse shook himself mentally and linked their arms together. “You should check it out,” he replied and led Cam toward the spa’s entrance. “Taking the waters is a time-honored practice, and I guarantee you’ll be hooked in the first ten minutes.”

  “Are you saying I need to work on my chill?”

  “Yes.” Jesse chuckled at Cam’s affronted expression. “Hey, you’re the one who yells about surprises. I want you so relaxed that by the time we get out of here, you’ve forgotten your name.”

  “I’m all yours. But you have to promise to get me to the club tonight for my set.”

  “Done.” Jesse let go of Cam’s arm and rubbed his hands together.