Allen was laughing so hard he couldn’t get a word out, and Jake took full advantage, pulling him in and savouring the warm, familiar weight of him on his thighs, until the laughter tapered off into soft, breathless giggles.
“Do you want to go to your place and see Riley?” Allen asked, grinning brightly. “I don’t know if there are any fast-food spots open, but we could order something, and I’ll hang out while you guys play video games. I’ll probably nap because I didn’t get a lot of sleep, but I can cuddle beside you?”
Jake tightened his grip until Allen made a tiny sound of protest. His heart was beating so loudly that he knew Allen could hear it, but he didn’t care because Jake wanted him toknowhow he affected him.
“Pre-warned; if there are stairs, I won’t be able to get up them,” Allen continued, taking Jake’s face in his hands so he could force their eyes to meet. “You’ll have to carry me into whatever mansion you have hidden away. Shuffling around my small, dismal apartment is one thing, but steps with an aching ass? Nope.”
Jake knew the grumpy tone Allen used while describing his apartment wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, but he still felt like a jackass. “I’m sorry,” he said, kissing his boyfriend sweetly on the forehead. “Your place is very cozy, there just aren’t many places where I can fit.”
Allen’s eyelids slid partially closed, and his lips curled into a smile. “Oh?” He rolled his hips, grinding teasingly on the dick that Jakejust succeeded in calming the fuck down, and fluttered his lashes.
“I can think of one place you were able to fit.”
Heat coiled in his stomach, his body responding instantly to the purr in Allen’s voice. Jake was starting to think there might be a line of miscommunication happening between him and his dick, but then Allen winced, and all thoughts of fucking him again went out the window.
“I told you I have a hot tub, right?” Jake told him, softly running his hands up and down Allen’s sides to soothe him. “How about we go to my place, and I help you into it, and then I’ll bring you wine to sip on while Riley and I cook the turkey?”
Allen blinked, cheeks flushing at something Jake had said.
Jake waited, unsure of where he had messed up, until Allen chuckled and poked his nose.
“You said turkey, Mouse. Nobody just has a turkey ready to make—it takes time to defrost them and do whatever, which means?—”
“I was planning on having you come over, yes,” Jake finished, joining Allen with his own blush now that he had been caught.
But Allen didn’t appear angry. The only reaction he had was to grin and lean up so he could kiss him, lingering in the contact for the span of a heartbeat before he pulled away.
“Come on, help me find my feet and give me five minutes to get dressed. The thought of Riley wandering around crying because he’s alone is making me sad.”
Jake huffed. If Allen knew what Riley had been doing on the camera, he didn’t think he would be as sympathetic.
Jake helped Allen up and walked him to his room, checking to make sure he was okay before he stepped out to put things in his car. Allen rolled his eyes when Jake took his keys to the downstairs storage unit, but he didn’t stop him.
There was no way in hell Jake was leaving without it, and it wasn’t like Allen’s things wouldn’t be at his place by the end of the year, which was in six days.
But if he could convince Allen to be his boyfriend by the end of two weeks, six days to move in seemed doable.
Allen was moving better by the time they got in the car. His legs weren’t nearly as wobbly, and he wasn’t wincing anymore, but Jake still checked on him and turned the heated seat on to keep him warm.
“I can say with confidence that I’ve never had so much sex that I could barely walk the next day,” Allen groused, but he looked pleased.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” Jake asked.
Allen nodded and knocked his head against the headrest.
“Call in sick,” said Jake. “I’ll pay you double to stay home—with me.”
Allen stopped beating himself up to shoot him a confused look, complete with raised eyebrows. “This is moving into dangerous prostitute territory.”
Jake scoffed at the suggestion. “I’ll pay you triple. Don’t make me offer your yearly salary, because I will.”
“You’re an obnoxious, rich bastard,” Allen said, puffing out his cheeks. “Fine, whatever. The new girl would probably love to pick up more hours, especially during a slow day.”
Jake smiled smugly and pulled the car onto the road, listening as Allen made his calls and organized his work schedule until he arranged the rest of the week off—like he knew Jake would ask.
“I haven’t had a vacation in years,” Allen said with a sigh. “As long as my rent and power bill get paid, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Consider it done,” said Jake.