Page 70 of Epidermis

“Guide me into you,” Konrad said.

Jasper reached down and lined Konrad up with his hole, heat climbing his neck at the sight of his underwear. Being ripped open in the back had given them more room to be flexible, so they were almost molded around his cock, soaked with his come. He knew Konrad was looking too, down the length of his body, as he lowered Jasper onto his cock. Jasper shuddered, his toes curling in the air where his folded legs dangled over Konrad’s arms.

It seemed like a miracle his socks hadn’t slid down during all this. Thank god they hadn’t, though. The wet panties, the sweat, he could deal with that, but if his socks started sliding down, he would be calling red real quick.

“Are you still with me, darling?”

Jasper realized his head had lolled back onto Konrad’s shoulder and he’d let his weight fully rest against him. He was seated on Konrad to the hilt, but Konrad wasn’t moving yet. Jasper reached back and grabbed until he found warmth. His hand curled around Konrad’s nape, and he reached his other hand back too, feeling along Konrad’s face before sliding it into his hair. “I’m with you.” I love you. “I’m good. Green. All that.” He was just… drifting. Not in a bad way.

Both of Konrad’s hands were occupied, so when Jasper felt his nose skim over his temple, he tilted his head to let Konrad kiss him. He let out a shaky breath as Konrad lifted him and lowered him again. Slow, at first, then Konrad started truly using his body. It felt incredible. There was something about being fucked while knowing he couldn’t come again—it took the urgency out of it, let Jasper just feel the deep slide of Konrad’s cock, his movements getting faster and more desperate as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck, Jasper. That’s it. That’s my good boy.”

Jasper wasn’t doing a damn thing, but he was greedy, so he soaked up the praise all the same. He tilted his head back on Konrad’s shoulder until he could catch his earlobe between his teeth. He nipped at it first, then sucked, making tiny sounds of encouragement as Konrad started losing it. Konrad’s thrusts were uneven and his chest heaved against Jasper’s back.

“Yeah,” Jasper gasped, flicking his tongue ring against Konrad’s earlobe. “Give it to me.”

Konrad melted. His hips stuttered and he keened like something wounded as warmth filled Jasper’s ass. His hands flexed around Jasper’s thighs, his head falling back against the headboard. Jasper tugged at his hair, squeezed the nape of his neck, just touched him through it as much as he could. His hands were the only thing he could get to respond. The rest of him was boneless, molded around Konrad just as much as his panties were to his cock. He felt like he would turn to liquid if Konrad let him go. Konrad did lift him from his cock and lowered Jasper’s legs, but he was quick to wrap his arms around him as soon as he settled Jasper in his lap.

Konrad was saying something, but it sounded like he was underwater. Or very far away. Jasper just kept petting his hair, making a vague sound of acknowledgment, tucking his face into Konrad’s neck. He was already losing his grip on consciousness. He needed to undress the rest of the way or he was going to wake up horribly uncomfortable, but he couldn’t move. Didn’t want to.

Konrad had him, it was okay.

Jasper drifted in and out of consciousness, not unlike in Vegas when he could recall flashes of Konrad comforting him through his nightmares. The biggest difference was that now, the fits of sleep were as peaceful as the waking moments. His body felt heavy like a blanket rather than like stones pulling him down to the bottom of the lake. One moment he was sagging against Konrad, floating on a high, then he was asleep. Then he was submerged, up to his chest in hot, fragrant water, stretched out in the clawfoot bathtub.

Half a dozen or so candles were lit around the room; Konrad must not have wanted to turn on the light and risk waking him. Jasper’s head lolled back into Konrad’s hands. He wasn’t awake enough to speak, but he was aware of Konrad’s fingers massaging his scalp, sending pleasurable tingles all the way down his spine.

Konrad was kneeling on the tile behind him, washing his hair in the almost darkness.

A damp washcloth and tucking Jasper in would have been plenty. Jasper tried to tell him he didn’t have to do all this, but his tongue felt thick in his mouth, and the way Konrad’s hands cradled his head pulled him back under like a sedative.

He came to again, naked in bed, charcoal grey under his fingers instead of dark red; Konrad had changed the bedding. Jasper was on his side, with Konrad curled against his back and his arm over Jasper’s waist. In the moonlight, Jasper could see his phone on the nightstand, sitting on Konrad’s charging dock. Konrad had taken care of everything, and Jasper went back to sleep wondering what he did to deserve him.

twenty-three

Jasper awoke to his phone ringing, and he groaned into the pillow, slapping at the nightstand until he could snatch it off the charging dock. He didn’t have a full-blown hangover, but he still wasn’t particularly excited about being awake.

“Hello?”

“Jazzy!” Hiyori said, and he heard a coffee maker sputtering in the background. “Do you love me? Don’t answer that, I already know. So, since you love me so much… want to go for a little drive with me today?”

He sighed and Konrad rubbed his back sympathetically. “Where?”

“...New York?”

Fuck.

Jasper Hayes was a weak man, so by the time he hung up, he’d agreed to let Hiyori come pick him up from Konrad’s in half an hour to go tour apartments with her. Amara had already said, lovingly, that she didn’t give a fuck about the apartment and for Hiyori to choose whatever she wanted. So Hiyori wanted a wingman. She said they could get breakfast on the way, but Konrad was Konrad, so he went down to the kitchen to make omelets. He’d already taught Jasper how to use the French press, so Jasper set to making coffee.

“Good thing I started keeping some clothes here,” Jasper said, plastering himself to Konrad’s back while he cooked. He yawned as he wrapped both arms around his waist.

“You can keep as much here as you want, darling. No need to be contained to merely a single drawer in my dresser.” Konrad flipped the omelet with a flick of the pan, catching it with ease and lowering it back to the burner. “Bring the whole family, stay during your work week. It’s a much shorter commute.”

Jasper laughed. “What, just live here for half the week? Dogs and all?”

“Dogs and all.”

Holy fuck, he was being serious.