Page 114 of A Real Good Lie

“I jack off to them when you work late.”

Jace removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. Callahan cried out, gripping the sheets until Jace was fully seated inside of him.

“Do you?” Callahan rasped.

“Of course.” Jace started to move. “And sometimes, I take pictures of myself.”

“Why don’t…why don’t you ever show me?”

“I figure you’re plenty familiar with what it looks like when I come,” Jace grunted, hips snapping forward. He propelled Callahan against the headboard, and it banged against the wall.

“Greedy.”

“For you.” Jace slanted their mouths together and made a strong fist around Callahan’s cock, jerking him toward his orgasm. Callahan reached down and covered Jace’s hand with his own, twisting his wrist and taking over the job.

“Fuck.” Callahan stretched his other arm to the side and grabbed the sheets, tearing them off the bed so he could shove them into his mouth to muffle his cries. He spread his legs and opened himself up to Jace to push in further. Harder. Faster.

“Where do you want me to come?” Jace grunted, slowing his thrusts shallow so he didn’t spill.

“On me.” Callahan petted his stomach. “Come on me.”

Jace pulled out and Callahan made a strangled noise, cum shooting out of his cock and streaking up his chest. Jace steadied his breathing and followed, his orgasm spraying over the top of Callahan’s still twitching dick and trembling fingers. He collapsed forward, bracing himself with one hand on the bare mattress beside Callahan’s head.

Callahan’s arm flailed out to the side and he grabbed Jace’s phone off the nightstand, dropping it on the bed near Jace’s hand.

“Take a picture,” he said.

“Mmmn?” Jace straightened up and swiped open his camera, taking a couple of pictures of the mess they’d made on Callahan’s body before tossing his phone to the side. He slid down the bed and dragged his tongue through the puddles of cum on Callahan’s stomach.

“Jesus,” Callahan muttered, threading his fingers into Jace’s hair as he worked diligently to clean them up. The taste of their cum mixed together in his mouth and he swallowed it down, smacking his lips with a loud pop. His phone chirped with an alarm, and they both glanced at it.

“What time is it?” Callahan asked.

“Our five minute warning,” he answered.

“Our what?” Callahan’s eyes turned wide as saucers, and he scrambled off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.

Jace tumbled into his back, flinging an arm over his face and silencing the alarm. It was five minutes to seven, and that meant their apartment was about to overflow with guests. Sebastian, Remington, Jace’s sisters who were in town from Chicago, a couple of Callahan’s new clients from the art district, including the gay couple who owned the gallery that had offered Jace the showing that changed his life.

He fired off a text telling Remington to make himself at home, then joined Callahan in the shower. Callahan was scrubbing himself furiously, and Jace pulled the loofah out of his hand, then started to wash him at a much more leisurely pace.

“The guests will keep,” he whispered, pulling their bodies together. “Let me enjoy this.”

Callahan indulged him, and Jace washed them both, then took his time drying every inch of Callahan’s skin.

“I hate when you do that,” Callahan whispered, his plump cock evidence enough of his lie.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jace looked up at him from his knees, drying his feet and returning them to the bath mat.

“No.”

“If you feel it’s unbalanced, you’re more than welcome to get on your knees for me whenever you want.” Jace winged up an eyebrow in challenge as he stood. He wrapped the towel around his waist and padded into the bedroom and over to the massive walk-in closet.

“What are you going to wear?” Callahan joined him, still naked. “That new suit?”

“Jeans,” he answered. “But I’ll wear that tie you like.”

“And I’ll take it off you later?”