Don't Read in the Closet volume one (43 page)

Ash caught
Jackson’s hand and brought it to his lips. “I think maybe you’re not giving
your fans, and even my fans, enough credit. What values do they have that could
be so different? Do you think just because mine listen to rock, that makes them
more open-minded and accepting?”

“No, but
they’ve known from the start that you’re gay, and that alone shows how
accepting they are.”

“They are a lot
of performers who come out later and are still successful. People who care
about others aren’t restricted by the type of music they listen to. Good people
are good people, and I know you’ve got a lot of good ones who listen to you.”

“Yeah,” Jackson
said softly.

Ash squeezed
Jackson’s hand. “I know it’s hard. And it’ll take a hell of a lot of courage to
do it, but you’ll know when the time’s right. I should’ve known more than
anyone else how rough it can be, so I’m sorry for getting pissed. From now on,
I promise I’ll try to be more patient.” He lifted his hand with one finger
raised, stopping Jackson before he could speak. “But don’t start getting
emotional on me. I said I’d
try
. I’ll probably still have moments of
losing my cool.”

Jackson leaned
over the center console, touching his lips to Ash’s cheek. “And that’s when
I’ll have to be patient with you.”

Ash tipped his
head to the side to rest it on Jackson’s, but bumped the cowboy hat. He sighed.
“But seriously, we gotta do something about this hat. If you can walk into one
of the trendiest, hottest dance club in Chicago wearing that thing, coming out
to the public should be nothing.”

Jackson
laughed. “You might have a point on that.”

Ash pulled to a
halt in front of the hotel’s entrance. Jackson climbed out of the Porsche
before the doorman could open his door and followed Ash into the lavish hotel.
Once inside, as eyes started turning toward them, his humor vanished. It was
one thing to leave the club with Ash. People would wonder about them, but it
could always be said they’d left to eat or to hit another club. Walking into
Ash’s hotel, going up to his room,
the
space for
interpretation narrowed drastically.

“Jackson.”

Ash’s voice not
only brought him back to the moment, but gave his confidence the nudge it
needed. Jackson saw him standing in the elevator, holding the door for him, and
stepped inside with him.

Ash took
Jackson’s hand as the door closed. “For a second, I thought you were going to
bolt.”

“I just had a
moment of nerves.”

“It’ll be
alright. This hotel has done a really good job in keeping the press away. No
one will even know you were here.”

“There’s a part
of me glad about that, and a part that’s disappointed in myself for feeling
that way.”

Ash moved in
front of him. “I can understand that, but you should know all of me
is
glad you’re here, one part in particular.”

“That part of
me is glad I’m here, too,” Jackson said, bringing their smiling lips together.

The elevator
stopped at Ash’s floor. Ash led him to his room, unlocking and opening the
door. Jackson stepped into the suite. He only had a moment to admire the fine
décor before Ash bumped into him from behind, his hands roaming over him and
lips on Jackson’s neck.

Ash tugged
Jackson’s shirt out of his jeans. “Are you ready for me to show you how to fuck
like a rock star?”

Jackson pressed
back against him. “Only if you think you can handle how a country boy does it.”

“Well I’ve
heard cowboys know their way around a rope.”

“That’s true. I
do some team roping with my brother, and those cows are damn quick. It’s all
about timing with your rope and horse, and-”

Ash interrupted
him, his voice pleading. “God, please stop. I was trying to talk kinky and you
turned it into cows. There’s no sexy in that.”

“Sorry. Since I
really do rope, I don’t put it together with sex.”

Ash sighed.
“Figures I’d have to hookup with a real country singing
cowboy,
and not one of those urban ones where the closest they get to a cow is buying a
gallon of milk at the store.”

“Would now be a
bad time to say that’s not the kind of cattle I have on my ranch?”

“Hell yes it’s
a bad time!” Ash pushed Jackson toward the bedroom. “And you’ve done more than
enough talking. It’s time for you to do the other thing you said you wanted.”
He brought his body close to Jackson’s, walking in step with him to the
bedroom, unbuttoning Jackson’s shirt on the way.

Stepping into
the bedroom, Ash yanked Jackson’s shirt off his shoulders. He spun him around,
his gaze traveling down Jackson’s body and back up, resting on the cowboy hat.
“Okay, I guess I’ll admit the hat looks damn sexy with your shirt off.”

Jackson hooked
his fingers over the top of Ash’s leather pants. “I knew you’d come around to
it.”

“Maybe. But for
now, its still gotta go.” Ash pulled the hat from Jackson’s head and with a
flip of his hand, sent it sailing into a nearby chair.

Jackson took
the bottom of Ash’s shirt and lifted it off. His gaze traveled over Ash’s
nipple rings and tattoos. “I wish I could find something to tease you about,
but you’re so damn perfect. Now that you don’t have your hotdog stand mohawk
anymore, that is.”

“Hotdog
stand
!” Ash said, trying to sound offended, but unable to
hold it as he started chuckling. “You know, I can’t even argue that because
it’s true.”

Still laughing
softly, Jackson touched their lips together.

Ash nudged him
back to the bed, pressing harder against him in a silent sign he wanted him to
sit. Jackson dropped down to the bed, Ash following him in the kiss. Slowly Ash
drew back, caressing Jackson’s cheek and giving him another warm smile before
turning toward one of his suitcases. Jackson bent forward, removing his boots
and socks. As he glanced up, he saw Ash returning with lube and condoms.

Ash tossed the
lube and condoms beside Jackson. He leaned over him, forcing Jackson to lie
back. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you?”

Jackson ran his
hands up Ash’s bare back. “Longer than a couple days?”

“By about three
years. Sometimes I think half the time I was always firing back at you in the
press was to keep myself in your sight.”

“I’ve thought
the same thing about myself toward you.”

Ash drew
Jackson’s zipper down and wiggled his hand into the jeans. He grinned. “You
must’ve definitely been thinking of it tonight since you
came
commando to find me.”

“You did say
you weren’t an underwear guy.”

“Already
looking to do things I like. You’re my kind of man”

Ash lowered his
lips to Jackson’s, taking his mouth in a hungry kiss as he tightened his
fingers around Jackson’s hard shaft. He pumped up and down a few times, then
released him and gripped Jackson’s jeans to take them off. Jackson lifted his
hips, and as soon as his jeans were off, he sat up and reached for Ash’s pants.
He grabbed the top of them, yanking Ash forward to open them.

Ash’s hard cock
pushed the leather aside as it came out. Jackson edged the pants lower and
bowed his head, his lips a fraction from Ash’s shaved sac. He inhaled deep,
pulling in Ash’s scent, the masculine musk with a light tint of sweat. He
couldn’t resist touching his tongue to the sac and licking a slow line from the
bottom of it, up the underside of Ash’s cock to the tip.

Ash’s breath
left him in a moan. His hips moved in a small thrust. Jackson saw the slit
moisten with pre-cum, telling him how anxious Ash was to fuck. He looked up and
met Ash’s gaze. Holding it, he started to lie back, keeping his ass at the
bed’s edge. As he lifted his legs, Ash stepped closer and took hold of them,
guiding him to rest them on his shoulders.

Ash picked up
the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. He brought them to Jackson’s hole,
massaging the outside of it. Jackson closed his eyes and moved his ass to get
more pressure from Ash’s fingers on his hole. Sensing Jackson already wanted
him
inside,
Ash eased one finger into him.

Groaning,
Jackson thrust his ass toward Ash. “Not enough, Ash.”

Ash pushed a
second finger into him.

Jackson arched
as another moan left him. “That’s better.”

Ash braced
himself over him on one arm. “And here I thought I’d try to be gentle with
you.”

“After three
years of wanting you, I don’t have the patience for gentle.”

Ash pushed his
fingers into him hard and deep, curving them up to Jackson’s gland. Jackson’s
breathless voice left him in a moan. Ash covered Jackson’s mouth with his own,
his hand thrusting in a steady, firm pace to further arouse and open him. Ash
worked a third finger into him, and Jackson lost the rhythm of the kiss. His
lips parted from Ash’s with his need to take quicker breaths.

Ash gazed down
at
him,
Jackson’s face flushed with passion, and knew
he was ready. He pulled his fingers out of him and reached for a condom.

Jackson took
hold of his cock, stroking it as he watched Ash roll the condom on and lube
himself. As Ash brought his body close again, disbelief passed through Jackson
at what was happening. All the harsh words between them, so many times of
feeling anger and lust in the same moment, but always believing their worlds
were too different to ever come together, made it seem surreal they were
together like this now. Jackson’s heart pounded, anticipation filling him at
knowing he was about to have Ash.

Ash pressed his
cock to Jackson’s hole, easing it past the tight rim. Jackson squeezed his own
hard shaft at feeling his body stretch to accept Ash inside it. He groaned as
he bit his bottom lip.

Ash pushed his
cock fully into him. He drew his hips slowly back until his cock was nearly out
of Jackson and thrust in small motions, teasing his cock head and Jackson’s
rim. Jackson shifted his ass, wanting his channel filled again. Ash placed his
hands under Jackson’s knees, pressing them back and spreading Jackson’s legs
wider. He sank into him, hard and fast.

Jackson gasped
at the forceful move, a shock of pleasure blinding him as Ash hit his gland,
and continued to with every quick, firm thrust. He took his hand up his shaft
to the head, smearing the pre-cum over it before his next downward stroke. He
wasn’t going to last. Ash pushed him closer to the edge with every thrust.

Jackson lifted
his head off the bed to look at him. Ash’s skin shone with a light sheen of
sweat. His lean muscles flexed with every movement. Strength, beauty, passion,
Ash fucked exactly how Jackson dreamed he would, and watching him do it to him,
finished him. He dropped his head back to the bed, a loud moan leaving him as
his climax hit.

Ash let go of
one of Jackson’s legs, wrapping his hand over Jackson’s to help pump him
through his orgasm. When no more fluid came from Jackson’s cock, Ash let it go
and dipped his fingers into the cum splattered on Jackson’s skin. He rubbed it
over the hard lines of Jackson’s abdomen, the bitter scent of
it,
the warm wetness on his fingertips triggered his own
release. He rammed into him, his voice pitching high as he came.

Ash slowed his
thrusts to a stop. He lowered Jackson’s leg that he still held down to the bed
and braced himself over him, leaning to kiss him. Jackson wrapped his arms
around him, each seeking to enter the other’s mouth with their tongues despite
how breathless they both were.

Ash smiled
through the kiss. “Well, that was worth three years of bitching at each other.”

Jackson hooked
his leg around Ash’s back, as if to keep him from pulling out. “I was thinking
more along the lines of with it being that
good,
we’ve
got a hell of a lot of time to make up for.”

“I’ll go with
that, too.”

Jackson grinned
at him. “Did we just compromise and agree on something?”

Ash nodded.
“Yeah. At least we found one thing we can get along on.”

Jackson combed
his fingers through Ash’s hair. “We’ll just have to remember that when we have
another fight.”

“In that case,
I think I’m going to be starting a lot more fights with you.”