“Yeah, promise,” Rico breathed as he fought to steady himself.

He felt intoxicated by Jett’s sudden shift in personality. If he had been asked, he would have said both he and Jett were the type to be in control. Rico’s spawned from a need to be dominant, whereas Jett’s seemed to manifest from a playful, almost bratty place. It seemed like as long as Jett could get a reaction out of someone, he felt in control of the situation, of his life.

Yet, the moment Rico had shoved the man down and taken control, Jett had relinquished any pretense of trying to be on top. The unexpected change in demeanor was an aphrodisiac. He watched as Jett had wriggled and pushed against his grip, even as he moaned for more. Coupled with the almost painful grip of Jett’s ass around his cock, Rico was lost in the moment.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Jett breathed, eyes still trying to find Rico’s face.

Rico reared back, pushing himself forward and earning a deep, almost pained, moan from Jett. It took a tremendous amount of willpower to keep himself still, resisting the urge to not move as he allowed Jett to adjust. It only took a few seconds until Jett was wriggling beneath him again, pushing his ass back into Rico’s hips, begging for more.

Rico was more than willing to oblige, easing his cock back before pushing down into Jett once more. Feeling Jett squeezing around his cock sent a shock of pleasure through him. He drove down into the smaller man, a growl ripping through his lips as the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh hit the air. His rhythm building, Rico’s hips became a piston as he held Jett against the floor.

Jett’s soft gasps became louder, growing as Rico’s hips slammed down into him harder and faster. Rico’s hand pressed against the middle of Jett’s back, the other holding onto the man’s hips and pulling them up into his thrusts. Pleasure rocketed through Rico’s body, arcing its way up and down his spine, building in his gut. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t care, so long as he could hear Jett’s whimpers and moans, pleading for more as Rico thrust hard.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” Jett gasped out, throwing his head back and shoving his ass up into Rico.

Without missing a beat, Rico shifted his hand around Jett’s hips and shoved it beneath him. Jett’s cock was leaking copiously as Rico’s hand wrapped around it. Jett’s body went wire tight, ass shoving itself up against Rico’s thrusts, head thrown back. Warmth spread over Rico’s fingers as the muscles within Jett bore down around Rico’s cock with ferocious strength. Jett cried out Rico’s name on his lips as he came hard, body twitching as his cock poured over Rico’s grip.

Rico almost cried out as well, the noise becoming strangled as the grip around his cock drove him over the edge into the oblivion of an orgasm. There was only a moment where he could regret the condom, wishing he could pour deep into Jett, claiming him completely. The thought, like any other, was washed away in the burst of ecstasy. He shoved against Jett, burying himself completely as the pleasure wracked his body, erasing everything but the moment, the scent of Jett, the feel of Jett, and the pleasure Jett had given him from the moment they began.

They were both left gasping, heaving for breath as Rico hunched over Jett’s figure. It had been the single most powerful orgasm Rico could remember having, and it sent a shiver of fear through him as his mind cleared of the fog of lust and need. The haze of color had returned around Jett, no longer lost behind the sheer force of Rico’s need for Jett, his desire for the man’s body and the sound of his voice. It had been there all along, but Rico couldn’t help but wonder if it would disappear again. If Jett was truly meant to be the one he would spend his life with, how could it disappear without warning?

Before he could dive too deeply into his dark thoughts, Jett gave a soft, breathless laugh. The sound filled Rico’s ears, filtering into his head and banishing his fears. It was the sort of laugh Rico hadn’t heard in years. The sort of laugh that spilled from a lover’s lips as they lay spent on the bed, sprawled out and comforted in every piece of pleasure Rico had brought them. It reminded him of Chip, and yet it was nothing like his former love’s, it was free and wild. It sent a thrill through Rico and struck him as something to be afraid of, all at the same time.

“You sure do know how to keep a promise,” Jett told him as he shifted, a satisfied smile on his face.

Rico grunted, both intrigued and terrified as he took in Jett’s contentment. “I’m not one for speaking idly.”

“No, I guess you’re not,” Jett said with another low chuckle.

They pulled themselves apart, and Rico didn’t miss the glances Jett shot his way as they put their clothes back into place. Rico didn’t know which he liked most, the fact that he enjoyed Jett’s furtive glances, or the fact that he felt himself giving his own just as often. Something had shifted between the two of them, yet neither man seemed willing to say it aloud. It was as if the physical act of sex had somehow altered their relationship in a deep meaningful way, one which words failed to cover the scope of the alterations.

“So, through the trap door, huh?” Rico finally asked.

Jett raised a brow, looking confused for only a moment before letting out a bark of laughter. “Oh, you mean my main trick? Yeah, through the trick door in the box and belt, and then down through the floor of the stage.”

Jett motioned and Rico followed him. There was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before, and Rico didn’t know if there was a word to encompass it. It felt like need, but it wasn’t the purely physical need to be inside Jett as it had been moments before. It signified something deeper, more meaningful, resembling the same desire in Rico for something more between them. It was the very same sort of sensation that had once driven Rico to fall in love, and the thought of it happening all over again sent a sharp prick of icy fear into Rico’s heart.

Jett stopped at a seemingly random section of the stage, pointing down. “And here is where part of the magic happens.”

Rico crouched, finally seeing the seams of the trap door in the stage floor as he grew closer. “So you drop down there. Then you suddenly appear at the back of the house?”

Jett snorted. “Well, not suddenly. I let the audience wonder for a few moments if they just watched me die in front of their eyes before I show my face, but yeah, that’s about the sum of it.”

Rico looked to the back of the house, frowning. “And how do you manage to get from under the stage to the back of the house so quickly? Do you run?”

Jett’s familiar cocky smile returned. “Now that I can’t tell you, trade secret I’m afraid.”

Rico’s frown deepened. “I think you should tell me. It might be important to the case.”

Jett let out a laugh. “I promise you, it’s got nothing to do with this case whatsoever. As far as I know, no one is doing what I’m doing and they’re not going to start replicating it. If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to keep that little secret an actual secret.”

Rico didn’t push it further, but he barely eased the frown off his face as he watched Jett. Along with the fear of what had just happened between them came a trickle of unease. For a little while, he had forgotten about his doubt of Jett’s innocence. As he watched Jett walk away, still smirking, Rico was reminded of it. A shadow crossed Rico’s face, his doubt returning in a foreboding wave.