Page 107 of Conquest

Jesse’s mischievous smirk lit his lips. “So, if you don’t mind, I’ll be standing beside you on stage New Year’s Eve, and we’ll be joining you on the road in February.”

“I certainly don’t mind.”

Evan forced his attention back to the road, but Jesse continued to gaze at him.

“What is it?” Evan asked.

Jesse smiled. Evan always knew when he wanted to ask him something. “It’s just, with all the thinking I’ve done in the past couple months, I started to get the idea the only reason you decided to make a new album and tour again was because you thought it was what I wanted you to do.”

Jesse waited for Evan to respond and with each second of the long pause, he knew the answer.

“Wasn’t it?” Evan replied.

“No. I wanted you to come back because you wanted to. Not for me. You seemed so happy when you began recording, it never even hit me that you didn’t want to do it until after I was able to step back and look at everything.”

“I was happy at first, but it was only because you were there with me. And I’ll be happy touring when you join me, but I could be just as happy singing with you as my only audience for the rest of my life.”

Jesse laid his head on Evan’s shoulder and wrapped his right arm across Evan’s chest.

They reached the hotel, and Evan tossed his rental keys to the valet as he followed Jesse in. When they reached their floor, Jesse turned to him. “How obvious would it be if you moved your bags into my room?”

“Not that obvious. Even if housekeeping is suspicious, who cares? They can’t prove anything.”

Jesse went to Evan’s room with him to get his bags. He grabbed one of Evan’s suitcases and looked at him with a little grin. “I assume you came prepared.”

Evan chuckled as he collected his other two bags and headed out of the room. “I did.”

“That’s good, because I don’t have anything.” Jesse’s voice became subdued as they walked up the hall to his room. “It’s mental, I know, but I felt like if I bought stuff for sex, it’d mean I was getting ready to be with someone else, and I couldn’t bring myself to do that.”

“Then you really haven’t been with anyone else?”

Jesse shook his head as he unlocked the door to his suite. “No, I haven’t.”

“Neither have I.” Evan leaned close to his ear. “I’ve been surviving off wet dreams about you.”

Jesse laughed and gave him a playful shove as he opened the door. Achilles greeted them with a wagging tail and spinning in circles. Evan barely had a chance to touch the dog’s head before Jesse grabbed him by the upper arm, hauled him up, and slammed against him in a hungry kiss. Evan’s arms went around him as Jesse pushed him through the suite’s living room toward the bedroom.

As they passed over the threshold to the bedroom, Jesse broke the kiss and looked down at Achilles. He petted him, then closed the bedroom door to keep him out. He turned to face Evan and saw him walking along the king-sized bed, the fingers of one hand brushing the comforter. Jesse’s breath slipped from his lungs. He had never forgotten how gracefully Evan could move, but seeing him gliding by the bed, each movement revealing his desire, reinforced just how beautiful Evan truly was.

Evan retrieved a bottle of lube and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned back on his arms, slowly lifting his gaze in one of the most sensual looks Jesse had ever seen. Jesse walked toward him, taking his sweater off on the way. As Jesse neared, Evan spread his thighs farther apart to invite him to stand between them. Jesse did, and combed his fingers through Evan’s hair.

Evan put his hands on Jesse’s hips, taking a long moment to admire his tight, wiry torso. “You look even more gorgeous.”

“So do you.” Jesse pulled Evan’s sweater off. He ran his fingertips over his toned chest, his touch having lost no memory of Evan’s body.

Evan rubbed his hands up Jesse’s abdomen, each line of muscle exactly how he remembered. He leaned forward, touching his lips to the taut flesh, and drifted one hand down to fondle the hard line straining against Jesse’s pants. Jesse sighed softly and pushed harder into Evan’s hand. With ritualistic care, Evan unfastened the button and eased the zipper down. He pulled Jesse’s pants and boxers off his hips, lingering his lips close to his cock, but not touching, as he brought the clothes down. Jesse slid out of his shoes and bent to pull off his socks along with removing Evan’s shoes and socks.

Evan gazed reverently at Jesse’s cock. Gently, he brought his fingertips to it in the softest of touches. Jesse groaned and closed his eyes, his hips rolled the slightest bit as he took a handful of Evan’s hair at the back of his head. Evan stared at the glistening tip; the memory of Jesse’s taste filled his mouth. He ran his fingers down the underside of his length and wrapped them around the base. He took a second to appreciate the heavy hardness in his hand, then dove forward, dragging his tongue over Jesse’s tip to get a full taste before pushing him to the back of his throat.

Jesse gasped, his knees buckled at the inferno of Evan’s mouth wrapping around his organ. He leaned on Evan’s shoulder and looked down at him. The sight of Evan’s beautiful lips sliding up and down his length hit him with force, having believed he would never witness, never experience, Evan doing such things to him again. He felt Evan’s powerful throat muscle swallow the tip of his cock, the action causing heat to fire through his sac in the first hint of a rising climax. He placed his hand under Evan’s jaw and eased his cock from his mouth.

Evan looked up at him with a grin. “I wasn’t done.”

Jesse stroked Evan’s slender jaw with his thumb. “I know, but you were already getting me close, and I want the first one tonight to be when we’re fully together.”

Evan wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist. He kissed his stomach and laid his head against him. “Jess, will you?”

Jesse softly stroked Evan’s hair, knowing when Evan was like this, when his emotions were fragile and delicate, he always preferred to bottom. “You know you don’t have to ask.”