Chapter 7

It was three thirty-five.

Holy shit, did Jack really intend to do this for the next two hours?

Okay. Okay, no, that’d…that’d be just fine; Royce could handle it. He just had to slow his breathing. Right. That’s right. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He could just…ignore how good this felt, yes. It’d be easy.

It wasn’t like it felt that good anyway. Like molten gold rushing through his veins. Stardust brushing blissfully across his skin. Rubies and diamonds and emeralds glimmering down his spine.

This wasn’t toe curling and muscle tightening and heart pounding pleasure.

He could control himself.

He…

Oh, no. No, no, Royce was going to come if Jack kept this up and he didn’t have permission and he wasn’t supposed to talk and he didn’t know what to do

Breathless and dizzy, Royce did the first thing that came to mind and shook his head. Fast and hard and desperate, and it must’ve been the right choice because not only did Jack take his hand away, he smiled approvingly.