Page 28 of Conquest

“I still think it’s amazing you’re gay. All the times I’ve listened to your music, watched and read interviews with you, I never got the impression you were into guys.” He grinned up at Evan. “I fantasized that you were, though.”

“Now that puts all sorts of beautiful images in my head. I can just envision you lying in bed, stroking yourself, listening to one of my CDs with a magazine I was in open beside you.”

“You don’t think I’m weird for fantasizing about you?”

“No. I fantasized about you after I first saw you. I even dreamed about you and woke up to a mess all over my sheets.”

“I hope I lived up to what you dreamed about.”

“You surpassed it.”

Evan bent his head down and kissed him. Jesse weaved his fingers in Evan’s hair. He heaved his weight up against him to put Evan on his back and rolled on top of him. Evan caught him behind his head and pulled him down harder to his mouth. He thrust his tongue against Jesse’s and arched his hips up to him.

Jesse’s entire body warmed as desire ignited his temperature. He ground his hard cock against Evan’s hidden away in his pants, and the short, high moan that passed from Evan’s mouth to his amped his passion up even more. He braced himself above Evan on both arms, breaking the kiss but keeping their lips touching, and thrust against him as he would if he were inside him.

Evan took in a quick breath, whispering “Jess” as he exhaled.

Jesse grabbed the top of Evan’s pants and started to pull them down.

Evan caught Jesse’s wrist. “Let’s…let’s shower first.”

Jesse fought to refocus from his physical need and met Evan’s gaze. Despite Evan’s attempt to hide it, he saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes and the slight trembling in his fingers further betrayed him. With defying speed, Jesse’s mind formed an analysis of the enigma under him. For all his success and fame, for all the people who admired and adored him, Evan wasn’t one who trusted easily. And yet, Evan had welcomed him into his home, so did that mean Evan wanted to trust him? From deep inside, he knew the answer was yes, and he would work to prove to Evan he could trust him.

Jesse smiled and rubbed his nose against Evan’s. “Yeah, I haven’t showered since before my gig last night. I’m icky, aren’t I?”

Evan released the breath he’d been holding with a single short laugh. “Neither have I. So I guess we’re both icky.”

Jesse gave him one more light kiss on the lips, then slid off him and the bed. He stood with his back to Evan, using the excuse of stretching his arms over his head to allow Evan an eyeful of the smooth skin of his back and tight curves of his ass. He glanced over his shoulder, and at the open lust he saw in Evan’s eyes, he knew he had succeeded in balancing Evan’s mood again.

“I just have to run out to my truck to get my bag first,” Jesse said.

“I’ll get it for you. You jump in the shower. I have an extra toothbrush in the cabinet under the sink you can have if you want.”

Jesse moved toward the bathroom. “Thanks.”

He found the unopened toothbrush and brushed his teeth, then turned the shower on. When he stepped under the hot flow, every part of him, save one, went limp at the pressure and heat massaging his body. A small groan purred in his throat at how good it felt to be in a shower where the flow was more than a trickle and the hot water didn’t fade in and out every two minutes. He washed his body, then grabbed Evan’s shampoo to wash his hair. While rubbing in conditioner, he heard Evan drop his duffel bag on the bathroom floor.

“Awe, this is so cute. You have all my albums in your CD wallet.”

Jesse cracked open the glass shower door and peeked out, smiling. “Snoop around much?”

Evan held up the wallet as if showing him something Jesse had never seen. “It was under your bag. Look, they’re even right in front before any others. That must mean they’re your favorite.”

“Either that, or I want to get past them quick to the real music,” Jesse teased, ducking back into the shower.

“Ouch,” Evan chuckled. “Let’s see what else you got in here. You can learn a lot about a person from what kind of music they listen to. We have Black Eyed Peas, Pink, Queen, okay those are all good.”

Jesse laughed listening to him.

“Hmm, Mozart concertos. So you are a classical buff.”

“Mozart is my boy,” Jesse said, rinsing conditioner from his hair. “I played classical piano from when I was old enough to sit at the keys until I was fifteen.”

“That explains a lot.” Evan flipped another page and deepened his voice, making it rough, “Metallica!”

Jesse laughed harder, shaking his head at him.

“What the…Dr. Dre, The Chronic?”