Chapter 4: The Nest

By the second evening Jamie had pulled every shirt out of Roman's closet.

He dragged them across the suite in armfuls, black henleys and grey sweaters and one white dress shirt that still smelled like a dry cleaner's.

He piled them against the glass wall in a ring, and tucked and punched and smoothed them until the ring had a dip in the middle.

He did not know why.

His hands had simply started doing it, and they would not stop.

"This is humiliating," he said.

Roman stood in the doorway holding a pillow.

He had a second pillow under his arm and a blanket over his shoulder, and he had the look of a man waiting for orders.

"It's a nest," he said. "It's normal."

"I know it's normal. I did the reading."

"Then why are you glaring at me?"

"Because you're not helping. Put the pillow there."

Roman put the pillow there.

Jamie tilted his head, scowling, and moved it two inches to the left.

"Better," he said. "Now the blanket. No, the grey one. The one you wear."

Roman went to the bed, stripped off the grey cashmere throw that lay across the foot of it, and brought it over.

Jamie wound it into the wall of the nest.

The scent of it rose around him, smoke and cedar, and his knees gave, and he sat down hard in the middle of the pile.

"There," he said, breathless. "Okay."

Roman looked down at him.

Jamie was naked, flushed from his throat to his belly, curls tangled, one freckled thigh bare on a black shirt.

The whole sea burned orange behind him.

"Don't look at me like that," Jamie said.

"How am I looking at you?"

"Like I built it for you."

"Didn't you?"

Jamie opened his mouth to say something sharp and found that he had nothing.

The heat rolled up from his belly, and he held out a hand.

Roman dropped the pillow and took it.

He pulled Jamie to his feet.

They didn't make it to the nest.

Jamie was pushed against the glass first, his cheek flat on the cool surface, the whole dark Pacific spread out below.

Roman's body pressed against his back, hot and heavy, and the hard cock slid between his thighs.

"Anybody could see," Jamie said.

"Nobody's out there."

"Somebody could be."

"They'd see a man being fucked exactly the way he asked for it."

"I didn't ask."

"You did. With your whole body. You've been asking all day."

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