Chapter 1
"I'm looking forward to finally meeting you in person." Jackson's voice came somewhat tinny through the microphone built into the laptop. It wasn't the best of laptops, and that's why the voice sounded off sometimes, but it served its purpose.
"I'm looking forward to it too." Steve knew he was smiling like a loon, but he couldn't stop. Christmas couldn't come soon enough for Steve.
"I'm just sorry I can't get off work any earlier."
"No worries. Christmas is freaky busy in the bakery, so it's not like we could do much visiting anyways. It'll just be nice to finally meet in person. Not that I don't like Skypeing." Steve added hastily, his finger traversing nervously over his desk as he looked down.
"Hey." Jackson's voice made Steve glance up. That voice, even though Steve had only heard it through the speaker on his laptop, had a power over him that no one else had ever had before. It scared Steve and thrilled him at the same time.
"I like talking to you like this too, but it's just not the same as being able to touch the other person and look them directly in the eye when we're talking."
"Yeah." Steve gave a relieved sigh. He should have known Jackson would understand. For being such different people, they had a lot in common.
The two chatted for a while longer before Steve's yawning made Jackson laugh his deep, husky laugh.
"Go to bed, Steve." Jackson chuckled. "I'll talk to you next week." Steve's stomach clenched at the look in Jackson's eye as the man said this. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Steve was certain he saw Jackson's eyes narrow slightly as he spoke. The big, beautiful brown eyes he'd been looking at for nearly a year took on an almost predatory air as they looked at Steve. Before Steve could be certain, the look vanished and Steve's musings were ruined by yet another jaw-cracking yawn.
"Yeah, you're right." Steve couldn't help but smile. "I'm beat. Waking up at four o’clock every morning is hard. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Ha!" Jackson harrumphed. "You're not even thirty-three yet. You've got a long way to go before you're old and decrepit."
"Some mornings I feel old and I certainly look decrepit." Steve laughed.
Jackson chuckled again. "I'm looking forward to finding that out for myself. I'll see you next week. Sleep well."
"You too." Steve ignored the blush that permeated his fair skin and he signed off the laptop quickly. The curse of pale skin was that everyone could tell when he was embarrassed.
Steve rose and gave a languid, cat-like stretch that went from the arches of his feet all the way to the tips of the fingers stretching out over his head. Steve yawned again, heading for the shower before bed.
He turned the water on in his small shower and stripped quickly, throwing his clothes into the laundry hamper. At least this time he'd been able to change his shirt before his scheduled rendezvous with Jackson. Last time he'd barely managed to make it in the door before the chime had sounded, telling him Jackson was online. Poor Jackson had been forced to stare at a flour- and dough-encrusted Steve through their whole conversation. Not that Jackson had seemed to mind. For a hotshot lawyer, Jackson was surprising laid-back.
Steve stepped into the semi-hot water and grabbed the body soap. As always after their Skypes, Steve was half-hard from the sound of Jackson's voice alone. For a man he'd never met in person and certainly never touched, Jackson had an effect on Steve's body like no man he’d ever met. Steve looked forward to their chats every week and he'd never been disappointed. More often than not, they didn't discuss anything important, but those conversations with Jackson were the highlight of Steve's lonely existence.
Steve had met Jackson through an online game almost two years ago. They'd chatted a bit while in the system and seemed to hit it off pretty well. It was Jackson who had first suggested Skypeing to a shy Steve. On his own, Steve would never
"I'm looking forward to finally meeting you in person." Jackson's voice came somewhat tinny through the microphone built into the laptop. It wasn't the best of laptops, and that's why the voice sounded off sometimes, but it served its purpose.
"I'm looking forward to it too." Steve knew he was smiling like a loon, but he couldn't stop. Christmas couldn't come soon enough for Steve.
"I'm just sorry I can't get off work any earlier."
"No worries. Christmas is freaky busy in the bakery, so it's not like we could do much visiting anyways. It'll just be nice to finally meet in person. Not that I don't like Skypeing." Steve added hastily, his finger traversing nervously over his desk as he looked down.
"Hey." Jackson's voice made Steve glance up. That voice, even though Steve had only heard it through the speaker on his laptop, had a power over him that no one else had ever had before. It scared Steve and thrilled him at the same time.
"I like talking to you like this too, but it's just not the same as being able to touch the other person and look them directly in the eye when we're talking."
"Yeah." Steve gave a relieved sigh. He should have known Jackson would understand. For being such different people, they had a lot in common.
The two chatted for a while longer before Steve's yawning made Jackson laugh his deep, husky laugh.
"Go to bed, Steve." Jackson chuckled. "I'll talk to you next week." Steve's stomach clenched at the look in Jackson's eye as the man said this. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Steve was certain he saw Jackson's eyes narrow slightly as he spoke. The big, beautiful brown eyes he'd been looking at for nearly a year took on an almost predatory air as they looked at Steve. Before Steve could be certain, the look vanished and Steve's musings were ruined by yet another jaw-cracking yawn.
"Yeah, you're right." Steve couldn't help but smile. "I'm beat. Waking up at four o’clock every morning is hard. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Ha!" Jackson harrumphed. "You're not even thirty-three yet. You've got a long way to go before you're old and decrepit."
"Some mornings I feel old and I certainly look decrepit." Steve laughed.
Jackson chuckled again. "I'm looking forward to finding that out for myself. I'll see you next week. Sleep well."
"You too." Steve ignored the blush that permeated his fair skin and he signed off the laptop quickly. The curse of pale skin was that everyone could tell when he was embarrassed.
Steve rose and gave a languid, cat-like stretch that went from the arches of his feet all the way to the tips of the fingers stretching out over his head. Steve yawned again, heading for the shower before bed.
He turned the water on in his small shower and stripped quickly, throwing his clothes into the laundry hamper. At least this time he'd been able to change his shirt before his scheduled rendezvous with Jackson. Last time he'd barely managed to make it in the door before the chime had sounded, telling him Jackson was online. Poor Jackson had been forced to stare at a flour- and dough-encrusted Steve through their whole conversation. Not that Jackson had seemed to mind. For a hotshot lawyer, Jackson was surprising laid-back.
Steve stepped into the semi-hot water and grabbed the body soap. As always after their Skypes, Steve was half-hard from the sound of Jackson's voice alone. For a man he'd never met in person and certainly never touched, Jackson had an effect on Steve's body like no man he’d ever met. Steve looked forward to their chats every week and he'd never been disappointed. More often than not, they didn't discuss anything important, but those conversations with Jackson were the highlight of Steve's lonely existence.
Steve had met Jackson through an online game almost two years ago. They'd chatted a bit while in the system and seemed to hit it off pretty well. It was Jackson who had first suggested Skypeing to a shy Steve. On his own, Steve would never
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