Perfect Imperfections

“Yes,” Jeremy immediately said through a mouthful of almonds, spitting onto his shirt and the carpet. Wiping the back of his hand across his lips, he thought about the question and realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt as happy as he had the past few days. “I’m feeling great.”

“Awesome.”

Sighing contentedly, Jeremy raised the water bottle to his lips.

“Come up here.” Reg patted the sofa with his foot. “I know that carpet’s plush, but it can’t be as comfortable as this couch.”

Looking over Reg’s big body, Jeremy shook his head and said, “I don’t think you’ve got a two-guys-to-a-couch type of build.”

“Oh-ho, that is totally not true. Trust me, dude, I’ve done a lot of two-guy couch time.” He dragged his feet up, leaving a cushion empty. “There you go. Plenty of room.”

“Okay.” Jeremy crawled over to the couch and climbed up.

Immediately, Reg stretched his legs back out and rested his feet on Jeremy’s lap. “Well, would you look at that?” He smiled smugly. “My feet are right there, so you might as well give me that foot rub you promised.”

“If by ‘promised’ you mean said ‘absolutely not,’ then, sure.” Jeremy finished off his water and tossed his bottle onto the coffee table.

“So that’s a yes, right?” Reg tapped his feet on Jeremy’s thigh. “Come on, superstar, don’t leave me hanging.”

“You seriously want me to rub your feet?”

Moaning, Reg said, “Totally. Man, a good foot rub is almost as good as a blowjob.”

“I’m not touching your feet, and I’m not going down on you.”

“Oh, come on.” Reg wiggled back a little, making more room on the sofa. “Be a good pretend boyfriend.” He leered exaggeratedly. “I’ll do you if you do me.”

Narrowing his eyes, Jeremy looked from Reg’s feet to his face.

“It’ll be totally worth it, JJ. I give a mean”—he waggled his eyebrows—“foot rub.”

“You’ll massage my feet?”

“Yup.” Reg spread his legs and patted his lap. “Stretch out on the other end, land your tootsies here, and I’ll do you.”

“All right, fine.” Jeremy huffed and rolled his eyes, but he rotated until he was reclining against the arm of the couch opposite from Reg. He stretched his legs between Reg’s, laying them on the bigger man’s lap.

“Bet you get sore with all that jumping around you do on stage.” Reg cupped the back of one of Jeremy’s feet and rubbed his knuckle up and down the arch, making Jeremy moan. “I know what it’s like to spend a long time on your feet. Taking care of them’s important if you don’t want to find yourself limping.” While he talked, he continued the amazing massage, using his thumb to dig into the pads of each foot and his knuckles to press into the arches.

“Yeah.” Jeremy’s eyes rolled back from the sensation. “Oh God.”

“Feel good?”

Nodding, he arched his back, the amazing feeling in his feet making his whole body tremble.

“Good.” Reg’s deep voice rumbled. “Just relax, JJ. I’ll take care of you.”

That’s exactly what it felt like Reg did—took care of him, and not only with the massage. Everything from making sure he drank and ate enough to calling him on his shortcomings if he wasn’t behaving like a decent human being; Reg was watching him, helping him.

“Thank you,” Jeremy sighed. “You weren’t kidding about being good at this.”

“Happy to do it.” Reg moved his big hands up Jeremy’s ankles and started in on his calves. “You make sure to tell me if you need me to help you out after your shows.”

Jeremy whimpered.

“I can do your back and shoulders later if they’re sore too.”

“Ungh,” Jeremy moaned.

Chuckling in response, Reg said, “I’ll take that sound as affirmation that you like my idea.” He paused. “Either that, or I just made you cream your pants without touching your dick.”

“It’s a near thing,” Jeremy joked. “Keep touching me like that, and I might give you more than you bargained for.”

“Bring it on, superstar. Bring it on.”

Chapter 6

“JJ!” REG shouted. “Get your ass out here. You went to bed early, and you’ve already overslept.”

Off days were welcome rarities on the concert schedule, and Reg had made sure to plan excursions for every one of them. Two months into the tour, they had a three-day break before the show in Seattle. It was mid-July and the weather was perfect for white-water rafting, so he had organized a trip down the Deschutes River. After making certain everything they needed and nothing more was packed into a waterproof bag, he glanced at the closed door leading to Jeremy’s latest hotel suite bedroom.

“Last warning, JJ, and then I’m coming in there and forcibly dragging your skinny butt out of bed.”

He was surprised when Jeremy didn’t immediately start telling him off and defending his backside. And he would have been right. The truth was, though Jeremy was compact, he was all muscle, ass included. Living in close quarters meant Reg had seen Jeremy in his skivvies on multiple occasions, and every time his hands had itched with the urge to caress those muscular globes.