Chapter 47: You have no idea

Third POV

"I never realized a man could be so handsome and beautiful at the exact same time," Tony murmured under his breath, his eyes glued to the glowing screen of his smartphone.

He was completely engrossed in another intensely steamy, high-drama clip online, where the actors were breathlessly wrapped around each other in explicit detail. The light of the phone cast blue hues across the room, illuminating the tight line of Tony’s mouth as he subconsciously bit the corner of his lower lip.

"If only he were real," Tony added, a quiet sigh escaping his chest. "These AI-generated dramas are going to ruin my expectations forever. It’s pure fantasy, I swear."

Preoccupied with the screen, Tony seemed entirely oblivious to the man lying beside him in the double bed. James had been attempting to fall asleep for the past hour, but the persistent glow of the display and the faint, breathy audio leaking from Tony’s phone had rendered rest impossible.

Jaw clenched, James lay in the dark, his dark brows furrowing deeper with every passing second as he silently observed Tony. When his patience finally snapped, James reached out in one swift, fluid motion, snatched the phone out of Tony’s hands, and set it face-down on the nightstand with a sharp snap.

"It’s late," James said, his voice low and raspy from fatigue as he settled back down and tried to get comfortable under the sheets.

Before James could pull the duvet over his chest, however, Tony yanked the covers away in annoyance. Throwing decorum aside, Tony scrambled over James, reaching across his chest to retrieve the device.

"Late, my ass," Tony complained, groaning in frustration. "Don’t ruin my night."

Tony’s fingers had barely grazed the edge of the phone before James moved. James seized Tony by the waist and wrist, twisting his weight and flipping them over in a single motion. In a heart-beat, Tony found himself pinned flat on his back beneath James, his hands trapped against the mattress.

James leaned down, his face inches from Tony’s, his dark eyes burning into him through the shadows. "I said," James whispered, his voice dropping, "it’s late."

Tony opened his mouth to deliver a retort, but before a single word could escape, James leaned down and caught his lips in a brief kiss. The sudden contact effectively stole the air from Tony’s lungs, freezing him completely in place.

Breaking the kiss by only a fraction of an inch, James rested his forehead against Tony’s. "Though, if you aren’t sleepy, we could do something far more productive. You’ve been watching a lot of porn lately, haven’t you? Tonight, you can show me everything you’ve learned."

Tony stared up at him, flabbergasted, his mouth parting as he prepared to protest. But James didn’t give him the chance once again. He sealed Tony’s lips once more with a second kiss, this one deeper, harder, and devoid of gentleness, pressing Tony further into the mattress until his breath caught in his throat.

When James finally pulled back to let him breathe, Tony managed to gasp out a desperate whisper. "There are... there are people in the next room!"

"Then you had better keep your voice down," James replied smoothly.

Giving Tony no room to argue further, James shifted his weight and effortlessly turned Tony onto his stomach. He didn’t rush. With deliberate slowness, James leaned down, pressing soft kisses along the now bare column of Tony’s spine. A sharp gasp hit the air, and Tony immediately brought a hand to his mouth to muffle the impending moan.

"This isn’t a good idea," Tony whispered against his own skin, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as James left a trail of bruised, heated marks along his back. "You know I can’t keep quiet."

James traced a slow line down to the dip of Tony’s lower back, where he paused. He shifted back up slightly, grabbing Tony’s chin gently to turn his face toward him. "I’ll help you stay quiet."

"How?" Tony breathed out, his pulse hammering in his throat.

Instead of answering right away, James moved down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Tony’s night pants and dragging them down his legs before tossing them haphazardly toward the corner of the room. He parted Tony’s knees, positioning himself between them in the dark.

With quiet precision, James lined his fingers up against Tony’s entrance. Then, raising his other hand, he placed the rough back of his knuckles directly over Tony’s lips.

He leaned close to Tony’s ear, his breath hot against the shell of it. "If you feel like screaming my name, bite my hand instead."

Tony looked at the skin of James’s hand resting over his mouth, then slowly raised his gaze to meet the man’s eyes. James’s eyelids were half-lidded, his dark irises wild with a restrained hunger, looking as though he were on the very edge of losing his mind if he didn’t consume Tony whole right then and there.

Despite the intensity of the moment, a nervous chuckle bubbled up in Tony’s chest. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might end up falling for you," he joked weakly.

Tony meant it as lighthearted banter, but the sudden shift in James’s expression was striking. A cold intensity flooded James’s gaze, a change that anyone else would have recognized as a warning sign, though Tony missed it completely.

Something in James snapped.

Without a word of warning, James thrust his middle finger deep inside Tony’s ass. The movement was sudden and frantic, bordering on punitive. Before Tony could fully register the invasion, James added a second finger, stretching him unceremoniously. The sharp sensation forced a reaction from Tony; he opened his mouth and bit down light but firm on the back of James’s hand.

A dark smirk tugged at the corner of James’s lips above him. He maintained a relentless pace, working his fingers inside Tony until the heat took over, causing Tony to lose his restraint and begin rolling his hips back against the mattress to seek his own friction.

Just as Tony was finding a rhythm, James pulled his fingers out completely.

Before Tony could register the loss, James replaced them with the head of his cock, pressing straight in without hesitation. Unprepared for the sudden fullness, Tony gasped sharply and bit down much harder on James’s hand, his teeth sinking into the flesh.

James let out a low groan into the quiet room as he buried himself all the way inside, his hips flush against Tony’s thighs.

"Fuck!" James cursed under his breath, his forehead pressing down against the mattress near Tony’s head.

He paused for a fleeting second before he began to move. The pace was slow at first, but within moments, the steady cadence took over. The bed began to creak lightly, accompanied by the wet, breathless sound of skin meeting skin in the dark room.

Tony, overwhelmed by the sensation, finally let go of James’s hand. He turned his head sideways on the pillow, peering up at James through heavy, lidded eyes.

"No one... can ever find out..." Tony’s voice was broken, coming out in ragged fragments between his desperate moans. "...that we’re... sex partners."

James didn’t slow his thrusts. If anything, his grip on Tony’s jaw tightened as he looked down at him with a piercing stare. "Why? Is being with me something to be ashamed of?"

"No," Tony murmured, his eyes searching James’s stern features in the gloom. "I just don’t think... it’s necessary... since we won’t be... together for long anyway."

The sentence had barely left Tony’s lips when James froze completely inside him, halting all motion.

"You want to stop?" James asked, his voice suddenly dangerously calm.

"Not right now," Tony replied softly, his tone laced with a faint, uncertain hesitation. "But eventually we will... right?"

James’s fingers dug a little deeper into the curve of Tony’s chin, forcing Tony to keep eye contact. "And what if I don’t want to stop?"

Without waiting for an answer, James resumed his movements, driving into Tony with deeper, excruciatingly slow thrusts that made Tony’s eyes roll back.

Tony gasped at the sudden intensity of each drag, his breath hitching. "You... you don’t want to?"

James swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he took a long moment to respond, watching the way pleasure wrecked Tony’s expression. "No. I don’t."

Seeking relief from the torturous pace, Tony rolled his hips back, a clear, wordless demand for James to speed up. But James refused to grant him the release. Instead, he pinned Tony’s waist firmly against the bed, holding him completely still.

"Why?" Tony whispered, his voice trembling.

Finally breaking his posture, James lowered his upper body until he was lying directly over Tony, his weight pressing down warmly without crushing him. He shifted his stance, moving slowly and deeply inside Tony while his hand traveled a languid path, sliding up from Tony’s hip, over the curve of his ribs, past his shoulder, until his fingers rested over the pulse fluttering wildly in Tony’s neck.

Leaning in, James nipped tenderly at Tony’s earlobe, his breath hot against his skin as he maintained a slow rhythm.

"Because I want you to be mine," James rasped softly into the crook of Tony’s neck. "Because I fucking love you. Is that reason enough?"

Tony froze, the breath catching in his chest. A stunned silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.

"You... love me?" Tony asked, his voice filled with disbelief. "People say crazy things during sex, James. You don’t mean that. Once we’re done, you might not..."

Before Tony could finish his sentence, James brought his hand up and covered Tony’s mouth, cutting off the words entirely.

"Then I’ll say it again after I’m done tearing you apart," James growled softly.

He slid his thumb past Tony’s lips, pressing it into his mouth and tracing the smooth line of his lower teeth, feeling the hot breath coat his skin.

"...For now," James murmured, "let me show you who the most handsome and beautiful man in your world actually is."

Despite the haze of pleasure clouding his mind, Tony recognized the edge of possessiveness in James’s tone. A small, breathless smile tugged at the corner of his lips around James’s thumb, as he lightly licked it.

"You’re one hell of a jealous man," Tony managed to murmur.

James let out a low, dark chuckle against Tony’s skin, his thrusts picking up speed once more. "You have no idea."