"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!"
Jameson thought he'd die if he had to wait much longer, so he hoped she'd get on with it soon.
"The murderer is…"
Corvin sighed in exasperation. He wished she'd just spit it out.
"The Butler!"
Jameson gasped. "Yes! Yes! I did it! I killed the old bastard! What did I win?"
"Um, jail time," said Ash. "And fifty dollars because you also happen to have been the first one to correctly guess the murderer."
"Yes!"
He laughed and ran up to collect his prize, a single, crisp fifty-dollar bill. He took the nametag off his shirt and tossed it in the trash, walking up to Corvin with victory in his bedroom eyes.
People all around them started looking for their coats and sweaters, and making their way out the door. It was, after all, two in the morning. It was getting late. Jameson and Corvin weren't the only ones with other plans tonight.
Jameson walked up to him. Up close, he smelled like alcohol, but under that there was the musky smell of sweat. He had waited all night for this, to be this close to him, and now, when it was so close, he couldn't stand the wait. He could imagine what Corvin's mouth was going to taste like, what his hair was going to feel like in his hands, what his dick was going to feel like inside him. It was infuriating to wait.
"So now what?" Jameson asked.
"Now, we go home."
"My place is closer."
"How close?"
Jameson got close enough to feel Corvin's breath on his lips. "Around the corner."
Corvin grabbed Jameson's collar. It was an aggressive move as well as an intimate one.
"Well, then we'd better get going."
Corvin went to the back room to grab his coat. Jameson waited, but saw how one of the waitresses gave the bartender a significant look and watched her say, "Have fun," in a sing-song voice. Corvin ducked his head, and said, "Yeah, thanks."
Jameson found his coat and shrugged into it. It felt a little frustrating to be putting clothes on when he only wanted to be taking clothes off. Corvin joined him by the door.
"Hey, sorry," he said. "The boss wanted to talk to me."
"About what?" Jameson asked lightly.
"Oh, he said I did a good job tonight. I really didn't want to play the stupid murder mystery game."
"What? It was so fun!"
"Yeah, I'm sure it was great. I was like, working though."
"True."
They left together, twining their arms together at the elbow. It was hard to wait.
Jameson led him to the stairway of the candle shop, walking up the side of the blue-washed building. His hands were shaking as he rummaged around in his pockets for his keys. Once he found them, he took out the right one. Corvin turned on the flashlight of his phone so that Jameson could see, which made him smile at the bartender.
"Thanks."
"Yeah, anytime."
Once he had managed to unlock the apartment door, he opened it, and walked in, turning on lights. Corvin looked around with wide eyes, taking in the hanging pictures of family, the hand-carved wooden table, the creepy bat plushy on the couch.
Jameson hung his coat on the peg, and held out his hand for Corvin's, which he also hung up. He kicked off his shoes, but Corvin was not about to be patient anymore, and he grabbed Jameson's arm, pulling him into his embrace.
When they drew together, Corvin grabbed the waistband of Jameson's jeans. His mouth was hot and desperate. He immediately went to undo the buttons, but Jameson wasn't about to be hurried. He was going to enjoy every second of having this gorgeous creature in his bed.
Corvin grabbed Jameson's hair and pulled his head back. Jameson groaned, then grinned as Corvin kissed, sucked, and bit at his neck, just as he had earlier in the bathroom. Only this time, it was for real, with Corvin's hand at the crotch of Jameson's jeans, feeling the hard, rounded press of his cock against the rough denim.
Jameson suddenly wondered if he had the resolve to draw it out after all.
"Do you have lube? And condoms?" Corvin asked quietly against Jameson's bare chest. His teeth tugged at Jameson's nipple. The hand at his crotch moved to gently swirl around the other nipple.
"Of course. What do I look like, an amateur?"
Corvin grinned. "No, I don't think you do."
The two of them moved together to the edge of the bed, where Corvin pushed Jameson down onto his back. Jameson said, "I didn't take you for such an aggressive lover."
Suddenly, Corvin's hands paused at the button of his jeans. His face went from hungry to self-conscious and worried. "Am I being too rough?"
Jameson snorted. "No. I'm good if you are."
"Okay, good," Corvin said, unbuttoning his jeans. "Because I really don't know how much gentler I can be with you, I want you too much."
Sitting up, Jameson pulled down Corvin's jeans enough to expose his hot, hard dick. He took it in his hand and jerked him slowly, twisting his hand as he did so. Corvin sighed, and swore softly, leaning his knees against the bed. He twisted his fingers in Jameson's hair. With a grin, Jameson bent down and took Corvin's dick in his mouth, making him shudder.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned. "That feels good."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah."
Jameson twirled his tongue around the head. Corvin's breath was hot and fast, and he had to work hard not to buck his hips. Jameson had a knack for making Corvin's knees weak. He ran his tongue all up and down the ridge on the underside of Corvin's penis. Corvin could barely stand. Jameson's hand came up and started massaging Cor's balls, which made him moan loudly.
Sucking on the head of Corvin's dick, Jameson let go of it to unbutton his own jeans. Cor pulled away, and pushed Jameson back down on the bed, and pulled his jeans off. He knelt in front of the bed and grabbed Jameson's penis, which was rock hard and hot to the touch. Jameson quivered. "God, Corvin, suck on it."
Corvin did. Jameson let out a groan and grabbed the sheets. They wrinkled in his hand as he gasped, panting harder and deeper as he got closer to climax. And then Corvin stopped. Jameson watched as he stood. "Not yet you don't. Get the lube."
Jameson went to the nightstand beside his bed and opened it. He pulled out the bottle of lube and handed a closed condom to Corvin. "You first?"
"Such a gentleman," Corvin said with a grin. It took him a second to open the condom. His fingers were clumsy, trembling. Pinching the top, he was about to slide it down, but Jameson reached out and did it for him, looking him dead in the eyes as he did. His fingers were deft, light, and he was probably doing this on purpose, to drive Corvin wild. It was working. Corvin put a healthy dollop of lube on his hand and applied it to himself and to Jameson's ass. Jameson turned his head to look him in the eye, as Corvin slid inside him. He tossed his head back in pleasure, groaning.
"Oh God, yes, Corvin," he sighed, as Corvin inserted himself, slowly at first, holding the condom in place until he was sure it wouldn't slip. "God, hurry up."
Leaning in close, Corvin whispered in Jameson's ear as he bucked once, making Jameson moan. "You want me to hurry up?"
"Please, yes."
Again, he bucked his hips.
"You sure?"
He grabbed Corvin's necklace and pulled him closer. Against his mouth, he growled. "Fuck me, now."
Corvin dug his fingers into Jameson's hips and pulled. Gasping, Jameson grabbed the pillows. It hurt, a little, but Corvin went slow and deep until Jameson told him to go faster. When he did, Corvin began to groan.
"God, you feel so good," he said, leaning in to whisper in Jameson's ear. He reached around and grabbed Jameson's dick, stroking as he pumped. Jameson cried out, barely able to speak for the pleasure. His cock was rock hard and pulsing in Corvin's hand, and Corvin was close, so close.
"Corvin, oh my God, I'm so close, holy shit I'm so close," he cried. Corvin grabbed his jaw, pulling his head back so he could whisper in his ear.
"I want you to cum for me," he growled. Every muscle in Jameson's body tensed, but Corvin couldn't stop, not now, not when he was so close. Both men released at the same time, both seizing and gasping at the same time, letting out long wordless cries as pleasure lanced through them. They crumpled to the mattress together, with Corvin's hand still holding on to Jameson's dick.
It took a long time for them to catch their breath. There was no need to speak, so they didn't.
Both drifted in and out of sleep. Every time they woke up, both men thought that maybe they should move, that maybe they should get something to drink. But instead, they stayed where they were. Neither wanted to leave the other. Neither wanted this moment to end.
Jameson turned over to face Corvin. His eyes were soft with sleep.
"Hungry?"
"Starving."
"Cool. You want some popcorn?"