His eyes widened as he took in the man behind him like they were just meeting for the first time. James’ grin told him he didn’t mind the thorough once-over.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted, rubbing where his hand still lay on Josh’s back. Josh opened and closed his mouth twice before he managed to get out a small greeting. James laughed a little. “How’s your day been?” he asked casually.
“Holy shit,” Josh muttered, looking away to catch his breath. James was too handsome anyway, but the change…went straight to Josh’s groin.
James laughed again and let Josh take a minute to gather himself as he stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink. From there, Josh could inspect his profile. The gray was still peppered throughout his dark hair, specifically at the temples and throughout his scruff. He was tan, the sun in New Zealand obviously having treated him well. He was bright. He looked happy.
The bartender slipped James a glass of red wine and Josh raised an eyebrow at that, too. “What? It’s like you’ve never seen me drink wine before,” James teased.
Josh huffed a laugh. “You show up here with a haircut and a quarter of the beard you had before and order a glass of red wine when we’re not eating. Yes, I am pretty sure we haven’t met before. I’m Josh Roberts,” he said as he stuck his hand out playfully, “and you are?”
“The man who’s so in love with you that his whole world has been changed,” he replied easily, sweetly, as he shook Josh’s hand. It rocked him to his core.
They shared a moment, standing there with their hands together like they had in fact just met, before James closed the distance between them and kissed Josh as though he’d have died without it. Josh lost himself almost immediately in James’ lips. Home.
The kiss only lasted a few moments before James pulled away to bring out his wallet and place a few bills on the bar. “Come on, Mr. Roberts,” he said, taking his wine and extending his arm for Josh. “We have a whole night ahead of us.”
Dinner was extravagant, to say the least. The restaurant was incredible. While Josh knew James would spare no expense, per usual, something about tonight felt different. Whether it was the way he ordered a very expensive bottle of champagne—‘We’re celebrating our reunion,’ he’d said when Josh had questioned it—or the way he’d ordered the whole flight of desserts when Josh couldn’t choose just one—‘We’ll just try a bite of them all’—James was treating Josh to one of the best nights of his life. Though Josh would also have been just as happy to have ordered pizza and sat by the fire in James’ brownstone, just being with James made everything better—made everything amazing.
And it was as though they hadn’t been apart one day. Josh hadn’t realized how comfortable he’d felt with James until now. And he was finally settling into his new role, his new life. Their relationship was as healthy and strong as ever. James always made sure to check in on Josh, to call or text, despite being busy. And Josh did the same. It never interfered with their work. Somehow it always just worked together.
They were still learning about each other, but that was the fun part—one of the fun parts, anyway. Now that Josh had James back with him, he was anxious to explore another fun part he’d been holding off on for some time now.
The night was chilly, leaving Josh glad James had suggested on a car to take them back to the hotel instead of walking. They sat in the back with their hands linked together as they chatted about the evening.
Josh kept feeling like he was about to wake up from this dream. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t real, and he was still escorting back in New York, just dreaming of the day he might make a living as an artist. The night at the Whitney, the night he’d met James, the hot days in Jamaica, the beautiful views in Italy… They’d all been part of an elaborate dream he’d wake up from any minute.
But it wasn’t a dream. He was living this incredible life. He was grateful for his opportunities every day—and for James. God, am I grateful for James.
They slipped into the hotel hand in hand and headed for the elevators with quick hellos to the staff. Josh was still enamored with James’ new look and let him know once more by pulling him close in the elevator and kissing his lips long and slow, savoring it. “I’ve been dying to do that since the bar,” he confessed, their lips hardly parting. James grinned.
“You could have,” he replied.
“I know, but patience is a virtue and I wanted to take my time.” Josh kept him close as the elevator came to rest on their floor. “You’re so handsome,” he whispered as the doors opened. James blushed in the beautiful way that made Josh want to ravish him right then and there.
“You sure you like the cut?” James asked for the millionth time that night. Josh took him by the hand again and pulled him out into the hallway, smiling.
“Yes! And I’ll show you just how much when we’re in our room,” Josh teased as they headed for the door.
The door shut behind James and left him feeling a bit vulnerable and highly excited. He didn’t know how far they’d go tonight—he had no expectations and no pressures—but something about the air around Josh felt different. Everything felt different…more concrete. Filled with questions, James felt the weight of things to come. All good things, he told himself—or at least he hoped. He could be wrong. Maybe it was too soon, but he knew what he intended to do. He couldn’t predict Josh’s response, but he could try. He’d never wanted to before. But now he couldn’t stop himself from getting there.
James stood by the door watching as Josh stripped off his tie and laid it over the plush couch. “You look incredible in your suit,” he said. It was Josh’s turn to grin and blush.
“So you told me over dinner and dessert.” Josh chuckled. “Thank you, again, for having it made for me. Thank you for this room—for you, for everything,” Josh replied genuinely as he crossed the space back to James. He took his hands, squeezing them.
James knew he could be a lot. He was a lot for himself some days. But Josh took it all in stride and basked in it in the most grateful, loving, sweet and gracious ways. Maybe we really are made for each other, he considered, as Josh closed the small distance between them and kissed him once more. His brain finally quieted then, at least momentarily, as he let his mouth and hands take the lead, finding Josh’s hips as he kissed him back and let himself get lost in it.
The kiss grew heated almost immediately as they slid their hands over parts of each other they hadn’t touched in months. James had to give Josh credit. The emotional bonding had been worth every second, and he was glad they’d acted on the suggestion and he’d let Josh lead. It made these little touches, Josh’s fingers gliding over his chest, around his hips, over his ass, light fire in his veins and lick pleasure straight up his spine. Every inch of him was aroused in seconds, leaving him desperate for the man at his lips. He was trembling but hungry, grasping for Josh in every way he could get him. It was when he found Josh’s cheek with a shaky hand that they separated.
“Are you sure?” James asked breathlessly, a little presumptuous as he assumed where the night was going. Josh’s grin was beautiful and filthy, all at the same time, and it reminded James of years prior, when he hadn’t known the wonderful man behind that delicious exterior. He’d only known that confident smile that had taken him to places he’d never known.
“Completely,” Josh replied without question. “I want you…all of you. If you’ll have me.” The last statement was a little less confident, a little more vulnerable. And James loved him all the more for it.
“You’re all I want, forever,” was his reply without hesitation as he pulled Josh to him and kissed him.
Josh lost himself to James for a moment before he remembered what he wanted and how he wanted tonight to happen. Not that he’d planned it, per se, but fantasizing was something he didn’t really stop himself from doing. And he’d been thinking about this night for months—the reunion after so much time physically apart.
It had been years since he’d gone this lon
g without this kind of physical contact, so the first time James grazed the hardness that lay beneath his very expensive trousers, he shivered hard. He let the breath out against James’ lips before letting his mouth slide down over the man’s throat. He scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh he’d memorized, not forgetting a few special spots. James’ stuttering breath made him smile. I’ve still got it.
He thought that as he started backing them up until he bumped roughly into one of the large sitting chairs, almost losing his balance. He rocked and James caught him by the elbows. They broke down in laughter as Josh muttered a harsh oww, fuck over hitting the back of his bare heel against the sharp wooden leg, his shoes long gone with his tie. “I’m a little rusty at this, I think,” he confessed as his cheeks burned. James shook his head, his eyes bright as he held his boyfriend upright still.
“You and me both, pal.” Josh took comfort in that as he separated them and pulled them away from the potential hazards of French furniture. “Would it help you to know I’m nervous?” James offered as they now stood on the soft carpet in the middle of the large open floor. Josh huffed one of those little laughs James loved so much.
“That also makes two of us,” Josh admitted as he pulled James close once more. “I’ll find my old groove, I promise.” James didn’t falter, simply reaching up to ruffle his perfectly styled blond hair a bit.
“Don’t worry about the old one,” James told him sweetly. “Find a new one.” And he kissed Josh again. This kiss felt a little more comfortable and a little less trying, and it was only moments before Josh was settled back into his role, dominating James through the kiss.
It seemed—at least for the moment—that maybe they’d work out their nervous jitters. Josh helped James slip out of his clothing, one piece at a time, with no regard for the cost of material. The suit coat landed in a heap on the floor, followed by a tie and a vest. Josh only pulled away from bruising James’ lips to unbutton James’ shirt like he was opening a very anticipated present.
Button by button, he worked his nimble fingers down James’ torso. What Josh found underneath was tanned skin and chiseled muscles. James had always been fit, there was no question about that, but something had changed. His muscles were more defined. Josh’s mouth watered at the view and James watched with visible pride as Josh lowered his mouth to the left side of his chest and kissed right over James’ heart.
“Fuck,” Josh rasped. “You’ve been killing yourself in the gym, haven’t you?” He dragged his tongue down the indents of James’ stomach as he dropped to his knees. James keened and moaned, probably sensitive from months of not being touched like that mixed with anticipation.
“What else am I supposed to do?” His laugh was strangled. “I can only jerk off so many times a day thinking of you before my dick is raw,” he sassed. Josh stopped his assault on James’ now-exposed hipbone and glanced up with wild eyes.
“Well, we certainly can’t have that, can we?” Josh bit lightly on the bone, which made James curl around him in pleasure. “I hope you haven’t hurt yourself,” he added before slipping his hand into James’ briefs and pulling them down with one hand as he pulled his hard cock free with the other. James hissed at the touch, and just the sight of Josh holding his length was almost enough to make him come undone. Almost. Dreams do come true, he thought to himself with a laugh.
Josh glanced up at him as he stroked the flesh with a practiced hand, watching how it moved with every tweak of his wrist. It was erotic and almost felt like an out-of-body experience for James as Josh touched him with such great pleasure. It only took a handful of strokes before James was reaching out and stopping him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he swallowed hard. “S-stop,” he managed. “I’ll never make anything if you keep going.” Josh kissed the hand that covered his but pushed it away.
“That’s the idea, baby. Don’t you know I know you well enough to know what you need? Lemme take the edge off,” he asked as he began stroking him once more. James shuddered and babbled a few incoherent words before he couldn’t speak any more. A handful of strokes later and James was coming hard and shaking as his eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a moan like a man touch-starved far beyond the few months he had been.
When James finally opened his eyes and managed to look down at his handsome boyfriend, the sight he saw was enough to make his knees weak and his cock pulse within the hand that still held it. “Fucking hell. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess,” he spoke as he gazed down at Josh’s face, streaked with lines of his cum. He swiped some of the mess off Josh’s cheek with his thumb and placed it against those plump lips. Josh licked it hungrily. James groaned deep in his throat. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” But Josh stopped him, resting a steady hand on his still-clothed thigh.
“I’ll clean myself up, baby. You go lie down, and I’ll come back in just a few minutes,” he urged James as he stood up. Josh was still in his suit, with a pearly mess on his perfect cheeks. James was dying in the best way possible. He nodded without argument.
“Yes, baby boy,” he responded sweetly. Josh’s grin turned devilish.
“Good, Daddy.”
James made himself comfortable on the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding onto the cream-colored comforter, among the dozen pillows that adorned the king size bed. He felt relaxed, comfortable, boneless even. Except he knew that whenever Josh stepped out of that bathroom again, he’d be ready to go with no end in sight.
The moon and the lights from the Eiffel Tower were shining in through the huge, satin-curtain-covered windows. The room was lit only by that and a small floor lamp. It all cast a very romantic glow over the room. James thought briefly about getting up and digging through the bag he’d had delivered for the particular item he’d had specially made for Josh, but that thought was dashed when the bathroom door opened and a freshly showered Josh emerged. But instead of one of the white fluffy hotel towels around his waist, he wore a small pair of black lace boxers that looked especially pleasing on his fit frame. James salivated and his eyes widened as Josh crossed the room to him, looking almost shy as he approached, his half-hard cock on display within the confines of the lace.
His skin was flushed from a hot shower, his hair slicked back and wet. For a moment all James could do was stare. And it was hard, considering there was so much to stare at. His eyes were on overload, trying to drink all of it in as Josh climbed onto the foot of the bed and headed toward him on his hands and knees.
“You like it, Daddy?” he asked, breathy and sweet as he drug kisses up James’ already-heated skin. His mouth was hot and his lips felt like feathers on his skin. James shivered again.
“Fuck, baby, so, so handsome.” He put his hands on Josh’s shoulders and stroked the soft skin he found there. “I’ve missed you,” he told Josh tenderly.
“I’ve missed you more,” Josh replied. Too bad Josh can’t compete with the amount of missing I’ve been doing, James thought.
“No way,” he replied, surging up to kiss Josh hungrily. Josh slid his body up onto James’, resting his hips between James’ and rubbing together in a way that was both natural and needed.
James pulled Josh away by his thick blond hair, so that he could kiss at Josh’s neck. Josh rutted his hips against James’ in such a seductive and erotic way that James was sure he’d lose his mind again long before Josh was even inside him. Josh had a natural way of rolling his hips so deliciously that it drove him mad. James groaned into Josh’s flesh as Josh fucked him. It was heavenly—except he wanted more, so much more.
Josh took James’ right hand and slid it between them. James let out a moan as he cupped Josh’s length tightly through the lace. Josh’s sounds were raspy and strangled, but beautiful, nonetheless. Knowing he’d caused them made James proud. He groped at Josh, rubbing him through the fabric until Josh was bucking and rolling his hips desperately. But no, no, not like this, James thought as he moved away, and Josh let out a glorious whine of distress.
> “Daddy, please…” Josh whimpered. James grinned and pulled back from his neck, the skin now peppered with bruises and red welts.
“You gonna fuck me, baby boy?” James asked, sliding his hands down to Josh’s hips, forcing them into his own. Josh pressed up on his palms and drove himself into James, rhythmically thrusting their cocks together, the friction of the fabric causing a delicious drag.
“Oh fuck, yes—so hard, and just like this, so I can see your face,” Josh told him through gritted teeth. James’ forehead was already beading with sweat, anticipation and desire causing his body temperature to rise rapidly. Josh was flushed and hot to the touch, his freckles visible in the moonlight. The man was an Adonis. James was overwhelmed with attraction. It was almost too much.
“Come on. Do it. Take me. Fuck me. Make me yours.” He pressed Josh into him, groping his ass and kneading the flesh. When he focused again, James had spread his legs wide and bent his knees. The glint of silver caught Josh’s eyes. They widened and he groaned.
“You fuckin’ prepped for me?” Josh asked in surprise. He ran his fingers over the rounded end of the silver plug and James chuckled.
“I’m impatient. And I thought you’d be proud.”
Josh laughed and nodded, driving back down for a slow kiss before pulling away once more. “Oh, I am. Looks so fucking good on you. You’ve been wearing it all night?” he inquired. James nodded.
“Mmm-hmm. Desperate for you and hoping we’d have this moment,” he replied. Josh pulled at the end and made James hiss then moan low as the muscle stretched around the bulbous end. It was bigger than Josh had expected, and he could tell James had worked himself open to get it in. It made his balls grow tight and his cock throb. James had done it to get ready for him. It was unbelievably sexy—and to think he’d been walking around like this all night, sitting across from him at a fancy dinner with this inside him…
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