bedroom.
Who the fuck was Damian?
Luke debated waiting in the bedroom. After the connection he and Jimmy had made—or he imagined they’d made—was Luke going to find out that Jimmy already had a man in his life? Surely no one in their right mind would be making booty calls in the aftermath of the snowstorm that had paralyzed half the city.
Perhaps it was insufferably rude, but Luke had to know. The evening with Jimmy had been so perfect, he had to know—right now—if he’d been imagining it all.
Jimmy murmured into the phone while making his way to the next room—an office. He sat down at a desk and opened a laptop. Luke stood in the doorway, watching, but he wasn’t able to hear enough of Jimmy’s side of the conversation to figure out what was going on and why some guy named Damian would be calling Jimmy in the middle of the night. There was nothing in Jimmy’s demeanor that would indicate an emergency or a death, which is what Luke always assumed when the phone rang in the middle of the night.
After a few minutes clicking on his computer, Jimmy sucked in a breath, his whole body vibrating as he read something on the screen.
“Thanks, Damian.” Jimmy let the phone drop on his desk, and he spun around, catching sight of Luke.
The smile on Jimmy’s face was like he’d won the lottery, and Luke couldn’t help but smile back. Then Jimmy launched himself out of the chair, right for Luke.
Wrapping his arms around Luke, Jimmy kissed him, a quick smack before he pulled back. “We’re a hit!”
“A hit?” What was Jimmy talking about?
“The show! There are about half a dozen reviews posted, and they’re all great.”
“That’s awesome, Jimmy. I’m not surprised, mind you. You were stunning.”
Jimmy grinned and kissed him again. This time, when their lips parted, Luke had a question. “Why did that guy call in the middle of the night? Isn’t that kinda weird?”
Even if Damian wasn’t making a booty call, was there some reason, some history between the two men that made him comfortable enough to call Jimmy at any time?
“No, not really.” Jimmy led him back into the bedroom. “I mean, Damian’s my best friend, and I’ve had to bail him out of some sticky situations in the middle of the night. But on opening night, this isn’t late. Normally, the cast will hang out together somewhere and wait until the reviews are posted. Back in the day, it was the morning paper, but now there are reviews much earlier online.”
Oh God. “Why didn’t you say something? We could have… gone out a different day.” Luke had been so caught up in the gut-punch of attraction for Jimmy it had never occurred to him that he was being selfish by giving in to his desire for Jimmy.
Jimmy wiggled his eyebrows and pulled Luke down on the bed. “Don’t be ridiculous. With the storm coming in, we’d already decided it would be better not to have our customary cast party. Even so, the second I realized you were gay and interested, I wasn’t going to let you get away that easy.”
Oh? If he hadn’t already come twice tonight, those words would have him raring to go again. He kissed Jimmy, long and thorough, and his cock gave a valiant effort to revive, but failed.
“Mmmm. I’m wired from those reviews, and you’re sexy as hell, but….” Jimmy glanced down at his groin. “The flesh isn’t as willing as I’d like.”
Luke chuckled. “Mine neither. Rain check?”
“I’ll hold you to it. But I don’t think I’ll be able to get back to sleep right away. If you’re tired, I can just go watch television.”
The thought of sleeping by himself in Jimmy’s bed… was better than sleeping by himself in his own bed, but he wanted Jimmy with him. “What about a nice long shower? We can get properly cleaned up, and the heat and steam might get you sleepy again.”
“You are brilliant.” Jimmy bounded out of bed, and Luke followed. Jimmy was getting a kiss for that; it wasn’t often people told Luke
Who the fuck was Damian?
Luke debated waiting in the bedroom. After the connection he and Jimmy had made—or he imagined they’d made—was Luke going to find out that Jimmy already had a man in his life? Surely no one in their right mind would be making booty calls in the aftermath of the snowstorm that had paralyzed half the city.
Perhaps it was insufferably rude, but Luke had to know. The evening with Jimmy had been so perfect, he had to know—right now—if he’d been imagining it all.
Jimmy murmured into the phone while making his way to the next room—an office. He sat down at a desk and opened a laptop. Luke stood in the doorway, watching, but he wasn’t able to hear enough of Jimmy’s side of the conversation to figure out what was going on and why some guy named Damian would be calling Jimmy in the middle of the night. There was nothing in Jimmy’s demeanor that would indicate an emergency or a death, which is what Luke always assumed when the phone rang in the middle of the night.
After a few minutes clicking on his computer, Jimmy sucked in a breath, his whole body vibrating as he read something on the screen.
“Thanks, Damian.” Jimmy let the phone drop on his desk, and he spun around, catching sight of Luke.
The smile on Jimmy’s face was like he’d won the lottery, and Luke couldn’t help but smile back. Then Jimmy launched himself out of the chair, right for Luke.
Wrapping his arms around Luke, Jimmy kissed him, a quick smack before he pulled back. “We’re a hit!”
“A hit?” What was Jimmy talking about?
“The show! There are about half a dozen reviews posted, and they’re all great.”
“That’s awesome, Jimmy. I’m not surprised, mind you. You were stunning.”
Jimmy grinned and kissed him again. This time, when their lips parted, Luke had a question. “Why did that guy call in the middle of the night? Isn’t that kinda weird?”
Even if Damian wasn’t making a booty call, was there some reason, some history between the two men that made him comfortable enough to call Jimmy at any time?
“No, not really.” Jimmy led him back into the bedroom. “I mean, Damian’s my best friend, and I’ve had to bail him out of some sticky situations in the middle of the night. But on opening night, this isn’t late. Normally, the cast will hang out together somewhere and wait until the reviews are posted. Back in the day, it was the morning paper, but now there are reviews much earlier online.”
Oh God. “Why didn’t you say something? We could have… gone out a different day.” Luke had been so caught up in the gut-punch of attraction for Jimmy it had never occurred to him that he was being selfish by giving in to his desire for Jimmy.
Jimmy wiggled his eyebrows and pulled Luke down on the bed. “Don’t be ridiculous. With the storm coming in, we’d already decided it would be better not to have our customary cast party. Even so, the second I realized you were gay and interested, I wasn’t going to let you get away that easy.”
Oh? If he hadn’t already come twice tonight, those words would have him raring to go again. He kissed Jimmy, long and thorough, and his cock gave a valiant effort to revive, but failed.
“Mmmm. I’m wired from those reviews, and you’re sexy as hell, but….” Jimmy glanced down at his groin. “The flesh isn’t as willing as I’d like.”
Luke chuckled. “Mine neither. Rain check?”
“I’ll hold you to it. But I don’t think I’ll be able to get back to sleep right away. If you’re tired, I can just go watch television.”
The thought of sleeping by himself in Jimmy’s bed… was better than sleeping by himself in his own bed, but he wanted Jimmy with him. “What about a nice long shower? We can get properly cleaned up, and the heat and steam might get you sleepy again.”
“You are brilliant.” Jimmy bounded out of bed, and Luke followed. Jimmy was getting a kiss for that; it wasn’t often people told Luke
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