by T. M. Smith
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Agent Landers, you naughty, naughty boy. My last class should be over by six, so how does seven sound?” Shannon was pushing all of his buttons; calling him Agent Landers always made Rory’s dick hard.
A little more adjusting was needed. “Seven is perfect, babe. Need me to bring anything?” Rory asked.
“Nope, just yourself. I’ll see you then.” Shannon made kissing noises and said goodbye before hanging up. Setting his phone on the desk, he stood, pulling at the crotch of his pants while picturing his parents having sex in an attempt to alleviate the pressure in his cock.
“Wow, that’s an impressive package you got there, Agent Landers. And here I thought you didn’t care much for me,” Rand-fucking-Davis said from the doorway, causing Rory to jump and gasp in surprise.
“For fuck’s sake, Davis, make some noise when you walk into a room, why don’t ya!” he shouted, quickly sitting down and scooting up under his desk. “Put a fucking bell around your neck,” Rory muttered, glaring at Rand when he laughed. There was something behind the look Rand gave him, or maybe it was simply the way he was looking at Rory that gave him pause. Is he—is that…attraction? No. Hell no, not Davis. Get a hold of yourself, Rory!
Davis stood leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, staring at Rory for a few intense moments. He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes distant and clouded. What the actual fuck? Rory thought but didn’t dare say out loud. And then Rand pushed off the door and went back down the hall. Rory watched until he disappeared from sight, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
***
When he arrived at the studio and climbed the stairs up to Shannon’s apartment, using the key he’d recently been given to open the door, he could hear Shan whistling from the kitchen. Rory slid his coat off and hung it on the coatrack. Shannon was just pulling the lasagna from the oven, steam wafting around him and making him look like an angel walking through a cloud. He inhaled the delicious aroma, coming up behind Shannon and wrapping his arms around his waist, kissing the back of Shannon’s neck. He turned in Rory’s arms, tugging the oven mitts off so he could grab two fists full of Rory’s shirt and drag him in for a sloppy, wet, openmouthed kiss. With each passing second, their kiss became more heated and within minutes, Shannon’s pants were around his ankles, he’d dropped to his knees, and was swallowing Shannon’s dick.
“Oh God, fuck, Rory,” Shannon muttered, running his hands through Rory’s hair, holding his head still while he fucked his mouth. “Food…eat…God, that feels amazing…dinner.”
Rory let Shannon’s dick fall from his mouth and looked up into his glassy blue eyes. “I told you. I’ve been looking forward to eating you for dinner all day.” He stood, grabbing Shannon by the neck and jerking his body close, claiming his mouth with his lips now swollen from sucking his dick. Shannon was dry humping his hip, begging Rory to shut up and fuck him, right there, right now. “If you insist.” Rory grinned lasciviously, turning Shannon around and sliding his legs apart with his foot.
Dropping to his knees again, Rory licked the path from Shannon’s balls up to the bottom of his spine, loving the low, deep moan he was awarded. “Oh, my fucking…hell, Rory, please…oh, God…yeah.” Shannon babbled incoherently, and Rory loved every second of it. He’d never had a lover as responsive as his young, vibrant, sexy Shannon. And the man’s sexual appetite was never sated. He sucked and licked Shannon’s opening, biting the sensitive flesh, relishing the noises falling from Shannon’s lips. Reaching around, he began jacking his lover’s cock, keeping his strokes in time with the tongue he was dipping into Shannon’s hole. His dick was so hard it hurt, and if he didn’t do something about it soon, he was liable to come in his pants.
Running his tongue up the length of Shannon’s spine, he stood, rubbing his clothed body against Shannon’s naked ass. “Tell me what you want, Shan. You want me to fuck you right here up against the counter? Or maybe I’ll lay you out on the dining table and fuck you until you scream my name and beg for release,” Rory whispered seductively, unbuckling his belt, the zipper sounding like a drum in his ears as he slowly lowered it.
Shannon sucked in a breath, body shuddering. “Why do I have to choose? Can’t you do both?” His voice was broken, laced with need. Rory lowered his pants and boxers just enough to release his cock, rubbing his stiff length along Shannon’s crease, and the man fucking trembled.
“Jesus, Shan, you drive me fucking crazy. Do you know that? Come here.” He ran his fingers through Shannon’s hair, his grip firm but gentle, tugging his head back so he could kiss the hell out of him. “Condoms and lube?”
“Bedroom.” Shannon’s body vibrated in his hands as Rory ran his fingers down Shannon’s arm.
“Do. Not. Move.” Rory spoke while kicking off his shoes and pants on his way to the bedroom, discarding his shirt and tie on the way back. He stopped a few feet away, watching Shannon. He was the epitome of unadulterated longing. Hands on the counter, legs still spread apart the way Rory had left him, his breathing labored, body quivering with anticipation. “Turn around and look at me, Shan.”
Looking over his shoulder, Shannon slowly turned, licking his lips. Rory was jacking his cock, eyes trailing over every square inch of normally ivory-white, now flushed skin. “You want this, baby?” Mouth open, but obviously unable to find words, Shannon gave him a jerky head nod. Setting the bottle of lube on the table, Rory tore open a condom and rolled it down his length, watching as Shannon’s eyes grew darker. Dropping the silver wrapper on the floor, he grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount onto the head of his latex-covered cock, fisting himself as he took a few steps closer to Shannon.
His breath hitched, eyes trained on Rory’s cock. Wrapping one hand around Shannon’s neck when he reached him, Rory pulled him into a kiss, his other hand sliding behind Shannon and into his crease. Shannon moaned into the kiss as Rory slid one finger inside him, then a second. They were both so worked up that a lot of prep wasn’t needed. He grabbed Shannon’s ass, lifting him off the ground, turning and seating him on the table. “I think I’ll have my dessert before dinner,” he whispered, sliding into Shannon’s warm, welcoming body with one long, slow push.
“Rory, please, more.” Shannon begged, wrapping his legs around Rory’s waist and lifting his ass up off the table.
He was always careful not to go too far or be too rough with his young lover unless he specifically asked for it. He could tell there were demons that haunted Shannon’s past, and one day he’d trust Rory enough to tell him everything. Until then, he was determined not to hurt the man he was falling for. “More what, Shan? You have to tell me.”
Rory pulled out until just the head of his dick was in Shannon’s body, sliding back in with a bit of force. Shannon gasped. “Please Rory, just fuck me.” He stared up at Rory, eyes pleading. “I want you so deep in me that I can’t tell where my body ends and yours begins.”
“Holy fuck, Shan, I can’t even think when you say things like that.” Rory growled, pulling out and slamming back into Shannon’s body a little harder.
“No thinking…just fucking fuck me.”
And so he did, fast and hard with enough force that he had to follow the table across the room as it slid a few inches closer to the wall with each shove. Shannon lifted his legs over Rory’s shoulders, sitting up and leaning back on his hands, his limber body practically folded in half. “Shan, baby, you’re so beautiful.” Rory praised him, watching Shannon’s cock bounce with each push of his hips, sending his dick deep inside Shannon’s channel.
Cheeks rosy, lips swollen and pink from kissing and biting down to stop from screaming, hair a wild fucking mess, Shannon was utterly and completely sexy. And the way he held eye contact with Rory while they were fucking like animals on the kitchen table only added to the arousal flooding Rory’s veins. He could feel Shannon’s body tightening around him; his lover was close. Grabbing his cock, Rory set a punishing pace, jacking Shannon un
til he erupted with a flurry of shouts and curses, his body rigid.
Rory was right behind him—just a few thrusts and he was filling the condom with his seed. Collapsing on top of Shannon, he stayed there, bodies still jerking in the wake of their mutual orgasms. “I think we worked up an appetite, Agent Landers,” Shannon teased, both of them laughing when Rory’s stomach growled.
Shannon pushed him up. “Come on then, let me feed you. Gotta keep your strength up for round two.”
“You are insatiable, but I love it.” Rory stood, smacking Shannon on the ass when he climbed off the table.
After filling their bellies, Shannon showed Rand the hardwood flooring that had been installed in what would be the living room area once he finished. They made love again, this time in the bed, before showering and falling back into bed. Rory lay there watching Shannon sleep, the words bouncing around in his brain. I love you. But did he really? After all, they’d only known each other for four months. Shannon grew more comfortable with him the longer they were together, only graduating to sleepovers recently. He thought about him all the time and missed Shannon like crazy when he had to travel to Virginia or Washington. He’d asked Shannon to accompany him to Washington the last time he’d gone, but Shannon declined. It wasn’t the “No, thank you” that bothered Rory. It was the sudden paleness of Shan’s complexion, the cold fear in his eyes that worried him. It wasn’t the first time Rory mentioned Washington that Shannon grew quiet, almost afraid. He was convinced that the darkness Shannon was keeping to himself had something to do with Washington, but Rory feared trying to pry it out of his lover might make him pull away, or worse, run.
Shannon rolled onto his side, sliding his leg between Rory’s and muttering incoherently. Rory kissed him on the temple, snuggling closer and closing his eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Rand Summer 2016
Arriving at the Moores’ cottage at Martha’s Vineyard, Rand was impressed with the stunning view. It was like something you normally only saw in a painting or a magazine or splashed across a movie screen. He was taking it all in when something—well, someone—on the beach caught his eye.
“Who is that?” Rand asked.
“Gonna have to be more specific,” Frank responded.
As it turned out, blond and beautiful had a name, Shannon Dupree. He also had a boyfriend, Agent Rory Landers. Well, Rand was always up for a good challenge. “We’ll just see about that.”
“Rand, seriously, do not start any shit here today.” He waved off Frank’s warning, walking the path down to the beach. Good lord, but the man was beautiful. Tall and thin with white-blond hair and eyes the color of the sky on a sunny day, Shannon Dupree was captivating. Oddly, Rand found himself watching both Shannon and Rory with rapt attention. He’d rarely seen this side of the agent he worked with closely as of late. He’d let his hair grow out and had it pulled back into a ponytail, his green eyes full of mischief as he watched Shannon spinning in a circle, laughing.
Taylor took a seat beside him, offering Rand a fresh beer and he took it, downing the last few sips before setting the empty bottle on the table. “Which one of them has you staring so intently?”
Rand answered him without thinking. “Both.”
“Listen, Rand. Shannon and I go back a few years and…” he turned to look at Taylor. He was watching Shannon the way Rand watched Claire—like a big brother. “He’s very important to me, and I don’t want to see him hurt. So whatever ideas are floating around that thick skull of yours, you better be damn sure about it before you start anything…” Rand nodded, agreeing with the logic. “Unless you’re considering going after them both.” Rand sputtered, choking on the swig of beer he’d taken. Taylor laughed, smacking him on the back, hard.
“You can’t be serious,” Rand finally managed to say.
“Completely,” Taylor looked at him.
“What…I…really?”
Taylor shrugged, “Why not? It always works in the gay romance books I read. I saw a story online awhile back that featured several throuples—that’s what they call themselves when there are three in a relationship. And that online gay porn site, All Cocks—it’s run by three men that are married.”
He was speechless for probably the first time ever in his life. Taylor had to be jerking his leg, picking on the new guy. That was it. Rand was being initiated into their group; this was just a cruel joke. “Get the fuck outta here.” He waved Taylor off.
When they all moved into the tent to eat, Rand made sure he sat across from the two men he’d spent the better part of the afternoon watching. They really were lovely, holding hands and feeding each other, smiling and laughing. Rand caught himself watching the way they moved together, wondering how he would fit between them. Would Shannon throw his head back and laugh at something Rand said the way he did with Rory? And would the annoying agent lean into him and kiss Rand softly on the shoulder the way he did Shannon?
Fucking hell. You’ve lost your mind, Davis! It’s Taylor’s fault with all that romance novel crap. Get a grip! Dismissing his wayward thoughts, Rand started a conversation with Frank’s father, Hubert, in an effort to ignore Rory and Shannon. When Frank stood and thanked them all for coming, then got down on one knee and proposed to Taylor, Rand’s attention was drawn back to Shannon when he squealed with delight.
“Oh, my God. Taylor, you’re engaged!” The blond jumped up and down, clapping before throwing his arms around Frank’s fiancé, the two of them hugging and crying. Rand chuckled; Shannon was adorable—there was no denying it. When he looked over, his eyes met Rory’s fiery gaze. Cocky and confident, Rand stared right back, neither man blinking. Rory finally looked away when Shannon sat back down, but he kept stealing glances at Rand. His very nature had Rand wanting to challenge Rory, but it was not the time nor the place.
Jesus, Davis, you so need to get laid. You’re way too high-strung. Yes, that was what it was, he told himself. He had a type, and Shannon checked off every box on the list. He’d resigned himself to jacking off in the shower when he got back to the hotel, stopping to say good night to Frank and Taylor. “I think I’m gonna head out, Moore. Thanks for inviting me.” He shook Frank’s hand, a little surprised to be pulled into a one-armed hug by the man.
“Thanks for coming. It meant a lot to Taylor and me to have you here. Be sure to catch him on your way out—he’s over by the garden with Billy.” Frank pointed toward the house.
Rand headed that way, blinking at the guy talking to Taylor. In the dark, he thought it was Shannon for a second, but the guy was bulkier and a few inches shorter. “Hey, Taylor, I’m heading out and wanted to say good night before I leave.” Another quick hug and he turned his attention to Billy. “Who’s your friend?”
“Rand this is our neighbor, Billy. His grandparents own the house next door. Billy, this is Detective Rand Davis. He works with Frank back in Dallas.” Taylor made the introductions.
“Well hello, Detective.” Billy looked him up and down, licking his lips and waggling his eyebrows.
“You’re about as subtle as a brick, Billy. Go home.” Taylor stepped in between them, laughing. “Night, Rand. I’ll see you at breakfast in the morning.” Shaking his head, Taylor walked away, leaving the two of them alone.
“So, Billy, got any plans this evening?” Rand asked, taking a step closer.
“I think so. You see, I’m hoping this sexy detective I just met might take me for a ride.”
“It might get a little bumpy. You see, I drive very, very fast.” Billy took his hand and Rand followed him around the house and back down to the docks. Inside the boathouse, they both got naked and Rand was never happier that he kept a condom and packet of lube in his wallet at all times. He liked to be prepared for anything. When he bent Billy over a bench and buried himself balls deep, Rand let himself pretend it was Shannon he was fucking. And in the darkness of the boathouse, the only light shining through the window making the young man’s blond hair look pa
le and white, it was easy enough to imagine it was Shannon’s body wrapped around him.
It turned out, screwing a stranger in the dark until his balls erupted, the rush so dizzying he almost passed out, was just what Rand needed to relax him. He slept like a baby, arriving back at the cottage the next morning with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. Rory and Shannon were nowhere in sight, which was a little disappointing. When they sat down to eat, Rand asked if they should wait for the pair. “No, they left early this morning. Shannon had some stuff to do at the studio before next week’s classes start so they booked an ass crack of dawn flight back to Texas.” Frank joked.
“Studio?” Rand asked, taking the omelet Taylor’s mom handed him and muttering a quick “Thanks.”
“Shan and I own a business back in Dallas. Well, I’m a silent partner—the rest is all him. He teaches yoga and dance classes and lives in the space above the studio.” Taylor looked like a proud big brother talking about Shannon’s accomplishments.
Concentrating on his plate, Rand had a mouthful of eggs, sausage, and mushrooms when Frank leaned over and whispered to him, “So, Billy Cranston?” Sputtering and coughing, pieces of egg flying out of his mouth, Rand took a drink of juice to clear his throat. Frank and Taylor both laughed, obviously enjoying his discomfort. “I might have warned you that Billy boy is like a case of herpes, showing up when you least expect it and generally when you don’t want him to. But I didn’t think you’d be banging the next door neighbor in our boathouse.” Frank spoke quietly, and Rand was certain that only he and Taylor could hear him, but it was embarrassing nonetheless.
