Infuriating, p.8
Infuriating, page 8
“Are you already hard?” Jackson asked, knowing full well he was.
Day nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Show me.”
Day got up onto his knees and pushed his shorts down, his cock slapping against his belly, flushed pink and already wet at the tip. Day looked up at the camera lens, but he was really looking at Jackson, big blue eyes wide, still wet from tears, as he stroked his flat belly. “See how hard I am for you, Daddy?”
Pleasure spiked through Jackson’s blood. Day was an absolute tease, but he was so fucking beautiful. “Lean back so I can see.”
Day rested his weight on his left hand so Jackson could see everything. “Mm, you are hard. Show Daddy how you get yourself off at night.”
Day licked his palm and then wrapped his hand around his cock. Jackson adjusted his position so the camera caught him stroking his own hard cock as well as Day’s body splayed out before him. Day jerked himself slowly, never taking his eyes off Jackson.
Jackson squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming, already keyed up from Day’s hot, wet mouth and now watching him get himself off. “That feel good, baby?”
“Not as good as your hand, Daddy,” Day gasped.
“You haven’t earned my hand. You were a bad boy last night.” Jackson watched Day’s nipples harden at the comment, a whimper escaping his lips. “You like being bad, huh? You want Daddy to punish you? Put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom?”
Day whined, his eyes flying open at Jackson’s taunt, his hips bouncing as he fucked his fist harder and faster. “Yes, please, Daddy. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come,” Day cried, sounding almost surprised, his seed spilling over his fingers as he continued to stroke himself, his bliss evident as his face went slack.
“Come here,” Jackson growled.
Day swayed back up onto his knees as Jackson gripped the boy’s sticky fist and used it to slick his own dick before gripping Day’s hair and tugging him towards his throbbing erection. “Suck me off. Make me come. I want to watch you lick your cum off my cock.”
Day made a tiny gasping sound, but then his tongue shot out, licking Jackson from root to tip before taking him back into the warm damp heat of his perfect mouth. Jackson didn’t hold back, and neither did Day. He relaxed his throat as Jackson worked himself in and out, unable to tear his gaze away from Day’s lips and the soft slide of his tongue. Christ, he was already so close. His hand tightened in Day’s hair even as he warned him, “I’m gonna come. You're gonna take it all.”
Day whined around Jackson’s cock, and that was it—he was shooting down Day’s throat even as Day sucked harder, like he didn’t want to waste even a single drop.
Day didn’t even pull off once he swallowed. He stayed on his knees, his head resting on Jackson’s thigh while his dick went soft. Jackson wasn’t exactly sure what Day was doing but it felt nice, so he just let Day do as he pleased, stroking his hands through his platinum tresses.
After another ten minutes passed, Day suddenly sat up then stood up, pulling his shorts back into place and walking towards the sliding glass door without another word. “Where are you going?”
“To upload the video to my OnlyFans.”
Jackson wasn’t one to find himself speechless, but he sat there gaping at Day, his dick still lying soft against his thigh.
“What? You think this guy might be a psycho because he didn’t want you touching me. How do you think he’ll react when I upload this?”
Jackson gave a startled laugh. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess we’re going fishing.”
Day sashayed into the house as Jackson fixed his clothes and thought about everything that had just happened. Was any of it real? Which Day was the real one? Were any of them real? Jackson walked into the kitchen and poured himself a finger of whiskey, gulping it straight down. Three days in and Day was twisting Jackson into knots. What would a lifetime feel like?
Jackson’s stomach burned, but he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the thought of a lifetime with Day.
Day managed to keep his steps smooth and his glide across the living room to the stairs slow and steady. He gripped the banister on either side to keep his hands from shaking. It was just a scene. It was just a scene. The camera lens between them was supposed to keep some distance. If the camera was on them, then this was all for show. A way to bring a new audience, to make some money. That’s all he needed. Money. Enough money to get out of Los Angeles for good, his promise be damned.
It wasn’t like Day hadn’t tried. He had. But he wasn’t smart or talented like Sarah. When she was on stage, people couldn’t take their eyes off of her. Day was pretty enough, and with Sarah around to help him memorize his scripts, he’d even gotten a couple of bit parts and walk-on roles, but it wasn’t enough to keep food on their table…or get Sarah the medications she needed.
Day blinked back tears and forced the thought of Sarah from his head. He couldn’t let himself think about her. She’d just have to understand that Los Angeles had been her dream, not his. He was her people, she’d been the star. He transferred the video to his laptop. Uploading the video was muscle memory at this point, but he still needed his voice to text options to create a caption that would hopefully get him more tips. He took a deep breath as the video began to upload. Get him more tips and potentially antagonize a stalker, who Jackson thought was willing to kill for him.
Jackson. What was Day supposed to do about him? Jackson was big and strong and just so rock steady. Whenever Day was near him, everything just felt…safe. Day felt safe—safe from the constant turmoil that rocked him almost daily. Did he have food, and if he had food, did he have rent, and if he made rent, could he still pay for the internet and bus fare? Those things still existed. He still needed money to pay his bills, but, somehow, Jackson made all the noise in Day’s head go quiet for a little bit, and it was such a good feeling, Day had slipped. He’d stayed on his knees, the concrete balcony floor pushing tiny microscopic grains into his flesh, just to rest his head on Jackson’s thigh, just to feel his fingers push through his hair, like somebody gave a fuck about him. Like Jackson gave a fuck about him.
Why couldn’t Jackson see that he was tying Day in knots with his strong hands and soft lips and dirty talk that liquified Day’s insides? Jackson was perfect. A walking fantasy. Gorgeous, funny, successful. The perfect Daddy. Day’s perfect Daddy. Which was why he needed to pull it together. The wall he’d built wasn’t nearly high enough for somebody like Jackson. He was too steady, too persistent. He’d patiently erode Day’s walls, like water beating against rock, day after day. He could feel that. Jackson looked at Day like he was worthy of somebody like Jackson, but it just wasn’t true. Jackson needed somebody who could match his success, who could be his equal. Somebody who could read past a third grade level and not stutter anytime he was overwhelmed.
If Day was braver, he’d just say so. But he wasn’t. Instead, he’d hide in his room and work on building better walls. But, in the deepest parts of his core, he knew it didn’t matter. If Jackson wanted something from Day, he’d try to give it to him. At least, physically. He’d just come so hard, he was sure his heart was going to explode, but if Jackson walked in there and ordered Day onto his knees again, he wouldn’t refuse. If Jackson wanted any part of Day, he’d give it to him. Day could give Jackson his body, even if it broke him in the end. It would be worth it. Something Jackson could tuck away and pull out, like a photograph or souvenir. A tether to something he had almost had.
When the video finally loaded, Day stared at the title line for a while before deciding on Daytime Fun with Daddy. If that didn’t get his stalker good and pissed then Jackson’s theory was wrong and Jay’s murder had nothing to do with Day. He really hoped it had nothing to do with him. Day didn’t think he could handle being responsible for the deaths of two people. He hadn’t loved Jay. Hell, he’d hardly known him, but he’d always been good to Day, sending him money, presents, and checking in on him. Day had never found him particularly attractive, but the attention had felt nice.
He startled when his phone rang. He frowned at an LA number he didn’t recognize. “Hello?”
“Day? It’s Wyatt. How’s prison life at the palace treating you?”
Day’s shoulders sagged. “I’m so bored. There’s only so much television a person can watch, you know?” Day lied.
“Well, you’re either driving Jackson up a wall or he’s desperate to make you happy because he called to see if Charlie and I wanted to come over and keep you company for a bit.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. Who knew we were both still young enough for our Daddies to arrange playdates?”
‘W-What?” Day stuttered, his heart rate tripling.
“Sorry, bad joke. Do you want to hang out with us for a while?”
Day forced himself to relax. “How fast can you get here?”
Wyatt gave a laugh that made Day think of floating. “We’re already on our way.”
“So, what do you do here all day…Day?” Charlie asked, her long nails scratching over his scalp, like he was her new favorite pet. Day imagined being Charlie’s favorite pet would be a step up from his current life. The gorgeous brunette smelled like suntan lotion and dressed like a pop star, but she had flopped on his bed like they’d been friends forever and then had patted the spot beside her like they’d known each other all their lives. That’s how he’d ended up with his head in her lap. Day was a little fuzzy on how Wyatt’s head had ended up resting on his thigh, but it felt nice, like having actual friends.
Day’s hand played through Wyatt’s golden curls, finding the act of touching the other pretty boy as soothing as Charlie’s thorough petting. “Nothing much. We watch television. Jackson cooks. Oh, I met his sister and his nieces and nephew yesterday.”
Day’s sentence was the literal embodiment of a record scratch. All motion ceased. “What? What’d I say?”
“You met Jackson’s family? Like, his actual flesh and blood family?” Charlie asked.
Day tipped his head up to look at Charlie. “I mean, I didn’t get a DNA test, but that’s how he introduced them.”
“What’s his sister like? Is she tall? Is she hot? Does she look like she could bench press a Buick?” Charlie questioned, her voice both excited and yet somehow conspiratorial, like Day was dishing some juicy gossip.
“She seemed nice. I’m not sure she liked me much. She was really pretty. Kind of tiny. Good fashion sense. She definitely was surprised to see me there, so I’m guessing he didn’t tell her about me…I mean, me being a client. She thought I was his boyfriend.”
“Oh?” Charlie asked. It was one of those ohs that smacked of fake disinterest.
It made Day laugh. “Yeah, oh.”
“In her defense, Elite does have a bit of a history of bodyguards marrying their clients.”
This time, Day was the one who stopped the petting. “They do?”
“Yeah,” Charlie confirmed. “Wyatt down there started the trend by marrying Linc.”
“Guilty,” Wyatt said, sounding dreamy. “I’m most definitely not sorry.”
Charlie laughed. “Then Elijah Dunne married his bodyguard, Shep, and moved out of LA. Though I can’t imagine why anybody would want to live anywhere but here to be honest.”
“I guess I sort of remember hearing about that. Then his ex-boyfriend ended up in the headlines because he was all heartbroken or something?” Day asked.
“Yeah, until he met Calder, who wanted to do a lot more than guard his body. They now live in the middle of nowhere with a mess of foster kids and rescue animals. Robby became a preacher. Nobody saw that coming. They’re happy, though.”
“Weird,” Day managed, trying not to let jealousy coat his tongue.
Wyatt shifted, shrugging. “Not when you grew up in a cult.”
“What?” Day managed.
“Nothing. So, anyway. What do you think of Jackson, really? You said you thought he was hot when we talked the other day. Still think so?”
Day froze. Was this some kind of set-up? “I’m not blind. He’s gorgeous. But we’re never going to happen.” When neither of them responded, he looked up at Charlie then down at Wyatt. “What? I’m serious. There’s nothing there.”
“Tell him, Wyatt,” Charlie ordered softly.
“Okay, like, don’t freak out, but when we met the other day, I sort of signed up for your OnlyFans.”
Day’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mouth a desert. “Yeah?”
“That’s totally Jackson in that video. How did you convince him to crawl into bed with you the first night?” Wyatt asked, sounding impressed.
Day had no idea what to say. Should he lie? Tell them it was none of their business? It wasn’t but still. “I don’t know. We were just super flirty from the jump. I made the offer, he accepted. No big deal.”
“Are you kidding? Jackson is the most private person ever. Like, he hardly ever talks about himself. Linc didn’t even think he liked guys, which I thought was strange because I was totally convinced they’d hooked up when they were in the military,” Wyatt said.
“Maybe you were just hoping they had. I’m sure you wouldn’t have had a problem being the meat in that particular sandwich,” Charlie snarked.
Wyatt scoffed. “Like you would? You tried to get in Jackson’s pants, too.”
“You did?” Day asked, hating how indignant he sounded.
Charlie rolled her eyes. “Relax, Daydream. He didn’t even accept my friend request on Facebook. He’s all yours.”
“He’s really not,” Day swore, the words sounding hollow to his own ears. “I don’t do relationships. Neither does Jackson. It’s just temporary. Casual. No feelings. Just sex.”
“Okay, Day. Okay,” Charlie soothed. “Whatever you say.”
“Are you going to at least let him punch your v-card?” Wyatt asked, looking at Day expectantly.
Of course, he’d seen that on his OnlyFans. Day sighed internally. He missed this. Friends. He missed Sarah. He missed having somebody to talk to, someone he could tell everything to.
“If he wants to bid on it like everybody else,” he lied.
“Damn, you’re a savage, Daydream. I like it,” Charlie said around a laugh.
Day’s answering laugh was empty. Jackson could have his virginity with nothing more than a crook of his finger. Day knew it. Jackson knew it. He was pretty sure Wyatt and Charlie knew it, too. But if Day let Jackson in, all the way in, into his body and his soul, it was all over for him. He’d be screwed. Three days. It had only taken Jackson three days to erode his walls enough to make Day care, to make him want things that weren’t meant for him. Where would Day be in three months when this was all over and Jackson was gone and Day had to go back to his old life? He didn’t want to think about that.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Day said.
The three of them burst out laughing all at once, sounding like a bunch of drunken teenagers.
Jackson’s voice boomed from downstairs. “What are you guys getting into up there?”
“Oop, Daddy’s mad,” Charlie said before they all erupted into another fit of laughter.
God, Day really missed having friends.
Jackson couldn’t believe he’d lectured Webster about keeping his mouth shut to keep Charlie and Wyatt away only to call them in himself. Setting the two of them loose on Day was a dirty move, but Jackson didn’t know what else to do. It was clear to Jackson that Day was conflicted. About everything. He was also lonely. For as much as he had seemed afraid to be alone with the kids yesterday, he’d seemed to enjoy Chloe’s company. Jackson only seemed to make Day nervous or upset…or horny.
Jackson didn’t mind that last one, except, when it was over, Day immediately ran away. He was hiding something. Or maybe he was afraid. Of what, Jackson wasn’t sure. He didn’t think it was him. No, Day seemed to thoroughly enjoy teasing Jackson, toying with him, even fighting or verbally sparring with him. But there was something there between them that Jackson just couldn’t get past. They’d only known each other for a few days. Jackson needed to be patient. That’s all.
Jackson’s cell phone vibrated across the kitchen countertop angrily. He sighed, picking it up. “Hello?”
“Hey, boss. It’s Hurley.”
Hurley was in charge of the Miami branch while Jackson was out of town. “What’s up?”
“Angel Fuentes is losing his shit. Says he’s pulling his account.”
Angel was one of his biggest clients. A small arms dealer who gave Jackson a lot of money to protect his men during transactions. “What? Why? What the fuck happened?”
“Shit went south in Bogotá. Garcia says it was just a misunderstanding, but Fuentes is saying one of his men ended up with a bullet in his knee and is now disabled for life. I tried to appease him, but he only wants to talk to you.”
“I’ll set up a phone meeting,” Jackson said.
“He wants it face to face. He wants you down here by tomorrow night or he’s walking with his whole account.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, alright. Call Pam and ask her to book a private charter and a spot on the terrace at La Mar for tomorrow night. I’ll start packing my bag.”
He hung up as Wyatt and Charlie came bounding down the stairs. “Bye, Jackson,” they called out in unison.
“Bye,” he echoed, staring up at Day’s open doorway.
Jackson walked up the stairs, resigned. He’d see if Linc could come stay with Day for the next few days while he tried to work things out with Fuentes. It was the logical thing to do. If Jackson was going to pull this one out of the fire, he needed to focus.
Day laid on his belly across the bed, those short white shorts he’d worn earlier molded to the generous swell of his ass as he thumbed over whatever he was looking at on his phone. Jackson crossed the room, blanketing Day’s body with his own. Day gave a startled breathy laugh before crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them so he could see Jackson over his shoulder. “Back for more already?” Day asked before catching his lower lip between his teeth in a look that let Jackson know Day wouldn’t refuse him. The thought had him getting hard once more.
