Jamie turned, and his gut fell. Because Master Alex was nowhere-
There. At the bar. Looking straight at Jamie like he wanted to make a meal out of him.
"Fuck," Jamie whispered to himself. And then he forced his feet to move. He wasn't sure what he was walking into, but the dark, hot possibility of it made him a little lightheaded. And then he was standing in front of the Dom, heart racing, blood heating, mouth dry. He wasn't sure what to do or say, so he dropped his gaze and waited. There was almost a satisfaction in being able to do that, in being able to hand off that control to someone else.
Master Alex stepped right into his personal space, holding himself just separate from bringing them body to body, and then he gently cupped him by the neck and brought his mouth to Jamie's ear. "I fucked up. And I would like a chance to talk to you. About playing. If you're willing to give it to me."
An exhilarated sweat bloomed over Jamie's whole body and made him suddenly sure he'd give this man almost anything for the reactions he seemed able to wring out of him. With just a touch or a whisper.
But Jamie didn't want to be jerked around, either. Not when this place felt like it could open a door for which he'd maybe been looking forever, and not when his guaranteed time here was so limited. And so Jamie mustered some big brass balls, lifted his gaze, and met the other man's eyes. "I'm new at all this, Sir. But I'm not new at dating or relationships, or hooking up, for that matter. So, are you sure? Because I've kinda had enough of screwing up relationships, and I'm looking for…something here. So if you're not sure, I'd-"
"I'm fucking sure." Master Alex's dark gaze blazed.
Jamie nodded, trying to play it cool even though the rasp of the other man's voice was doing bad, bad things to him, especially as close as they still stood. "Okay."
"Okay." The Dom's grip tightened on Jamie's neck. "So is that a yes?"
Master Alex kissed him. His mouth hard but his tongue soft where it surged inside Jamie's mouth. Jesus, the man tasted like sin and sex, like he could ruin him and put him back together again. It was a kiss that might've taken Jamie to his knees. A kiss he'd never forget.
Jamie groaned at the goodness of it, at the unexpectedness of it, at how fucking amazing it felt to be kissed and held and handled firmly, maybe even a little roughly. At being the recipient of aggressiveness instead of the instigator. His cock was as hard as it'd ever been in his whole life, from a single kiss.
The Dom's grip on him tightened, and he finally hauled their bodies close, allowing Jamie to feel that Master Alex was aroused, too. Jamie's heart tripped into a sprint as he gave into the kiss. It might've lasted for seconds or minutes, but all Jamie knew for sure was that it ended way too soon.
Master Alex pulled away. "That doubt you were feeling, that's on me. I'm sorry. I should've spoken with more care earlier. But I am sure, Jamie."
Did the man think Jamie was capable of speech after that kiss? The world was still fucking spinning around him. "I'm sure, too, Sir," he managed, though his words came out as barely more than a breath.
A single nod. "Then come with me. Somewhere private."