Remi lurched when Jake elbowed him, and his synapses finally started to fire again.
“Is that okay Remi?” Jake asked.
“Huh? Is what okay?”
“That you can give Tiger a ride home when he gets out of the hospital, since you’re there practically every day. He lives at the fort.”
“Oh. Sure. Actually, there are some things we need to talk about before he gets released anyway, but I think that’s enough for now. We need to get out of here and let him rest. It was nice meeting you lieutenant. Sorry about the circumstances but thank you for coming to Jake’s rescue. We are forever in your debt. We’ll check back with you when you’re feeling better.”
Remi reached out and placed his hand on Tiger’s. He felt a sudden surge of heat flush through his body and he squeezed lightly before stepping back and dragging Jake from the room.
He was already looking forward to his next visit with Tiger. He wondered if the doctor or Tiberius knew whether or not Tiger was gay. Surely a man who looked like that couldn’t possibly be straight… could he?
Chapter 6
Tiberius Kirk sat at a table buried in a dark corner of the Code Blue, an innocuous little club near Corvan General, nursing a beer while he waited for his date. He wasn’t happy about having to work with that stuffed shirt Styles, but he was going to have to figure out how to get along with him if he wanted to be involved in this investigation.
The gangs in Aurora, anyway the smart gangs, didn’t exactly wear a sign around their necks advertising their affiliation. There were rumors, of course but no one knew for sure who belonged to what gang and where to find them. Then there was the matter of providing proof of their crimes to the courts, although TJ wouldn’t let a little thing like a lack of evidence get in the way of taking the trash out.
“You look like someone pissed in your beer,” Stafford said as he slid into the chair across from TJ. “How many of those have you had?”
“How’s he doing Max?” TJ ignored Max’s question, taking another long pull on his beer.
“Hanging in there.” He shrugged. “We put him back under. The tissue regeneration looks good but regenerating the nerves takes longer and it’s very painful as they come back online.”
“Shit! I’m going to cut their fucking balls off and stuff them down their throats when I get my hands on those assholes.” He scrubbed his hands across his face. “Those guys are never going to see the inside of a courtroom. Maybe that’ll make some of the other gangs think twice.”
“You seem pretty sure that you’re going to be able to find them. Do you have a plan?”
“Well, for starters we look for individuals. See if we can get descriptions from Jake and Tiger, check security cameras in the area, maybe check through the criminal reports for similarities. We may have to drive them around the neighborhood to see if they can spot them.”
“Styles is not going to like that idea.”
“We’ll see what Styles comes up with. He’s the security expert. I just want to be there when we find them.”
“You know, there aren’t a lot of cameras in the RLD for obvious reasons and no one who lives there is going to want to help you. Also, Tiger and Jake may not have seen much of their faces and it’s possible that Tiger’s memory may be affected. That could be an issue if he has to testify, in fact I’m pretty sure he won’t want to.”
TJ narrowed his eyes at Max. “Why wouldn’t he want to testify? He’s not going to be afraid of some shitty gang bangers.”
“That’s not for me to say” Max replied.
“Doc, what’s going on here?”
“Tiger is my patient, so I have to respect his privacy.”
TJ knew he wasn’t going to get an answer, so he let it drop but he sure as hell was going to grill Tiger about it when he was up to it.
“Imagine my surprise at finding out he was one of yours,” Stafford said. “We wasted a lot of time trying to figure out who he was. I wasn’t at all familiar with his name.”
TJ smirked back at him. “I don’t usually mix pleasure with business, cupcake. We don’t make a habit of talking about team members or identifying who’s on the teams when we’re out in public, and when we’re in the sack the last thing I want to talk about is my team.”
“By the way, I don’t particularly appreciate being outed in front of Styles. How did you know he was gay? Did you sleep with that asshole?”
“No, sweetheart, I did not.” He laughed, not elaborating on how he knew Remi.
“Not everyone knows I’m bi,” TJ grumbled. “I’m not in the closet but I don’t exactly advertise it either, especially to outsiders. My guys know of course” he admitted, running his fingers through his shaggy blond locks. “They don’t have a problem with it.” He finished off his beer, setting the bottle on the table, and rocked his chair back, linking his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. His t-shirt pulled tight across his torso, putting his ab and chest muscles on display.
Max licked his lips and adjusted himself under the table. “Hell, I think most of them are bi or gay too. Except Tiger, of course. Shit, I don’t think he even has sex. He’s too busy playing ninja most of the time. I’ve never seen him with men or women like that. Maybe he’s asexual… or at least demi” he mused. “Guess it doesn’t matter if your only bed mate is your own right hand. What he does on his own time is none of my business.”
He dropped his chair back down abruptly. “Agh! He’s like my little brother; I don’t want to picture him having sex!”
Max chuckled. “Well, I needed you two to get your heads out of your asses and, short of offering to measure your dicks to establish the top dog, I didn’t know what else to do. You know I get horny when you go all alpha around me. Besides we’re all part of the same club. I don’t think he’s going to go screaming it down the hallway. Chill out, baby.” Max rubbed his foot against TJs crotch under the table and grinned evilly. “Want to come over to play at my house?”
“Tease… and just so you know, mine’s bigger,” TJ replied, standing up. “Let’s go, cupcake.”
*****
As soon as the front door to Max’s house closed behind them, they were all over each other. The doc forced TJ back against the door, fumbling to get TJ’s belt undone, then he popped the button open and yanked his zipper down, shoving his hand inside his briefs and rubbing his thumb through the moisture leaking from his slit. “Someone’s eager” he purred.
He grabbed the edges of TJ’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. “Hey! I just bought this! You know how much these things cost?” TJ grumbled.
“I’ll buy you a new one!” Max growled, sucking on one of TJ’s nipples and pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. He ran his hands up and down TJ’s chest and abs. “Damn, those workouts are really paying off! I could just eat you up.” He glanced toward the kitchen. “Wonder if I have any chocolate sauce left in the fridge.”
TJ chuckled and grabbed his face, turning it back towards him. “Focus,” he said.
They thrust their hips against one another, rubbing their still covered hardening cocks together. Max slammed their lips together and pressed his tongue against the seam of TJ’s mouth till he opened, then slid his tongue in, tangling their tongues together and teasing the roof of TJ’s mouth. As he drew back, he sucked TJ’s bottom lip between his teeth, then released it with a light nip and a peck. “Top or bottom?” he asked, eyes half-lidded.
“Bottom” TJ husked. They were both switches but most of the time TJ opted to bottom. It wasn’t that he was less dominant than Max, quite the opposite. He just really loved the feeling of being stuffed with a big cock. There was nothing like the feeling of having his prostate pegged when they fucked. “Bedroom,” Max ordered.
They stumbled down the hall, peeling off clothes as they went. By the time they got to the bedroom they were already naked. When they reached the bed, Max pressed TJ down on the foot of the mattress and dropped to his knees. He licked h
is lips in anticipation and pushed TJ’s legs apart, winking up at him with a smirk. Wedging TJ’s thighs open, he ran his tongue up the underside of his stiff cock from base to crown along the prominent vein, then sucked at the head, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit before running it around the base of his glans.
TJ arched back with a gasp and fisted his hands in Max’s short hair. Max did it again a few times, then pulled one of TJ’s furry balls into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue while rubbing a finger along his perineum. He moved to the other ball and did the same thing, then moved back to the head of TJ’s cock and licked the precome off like it was an ice cream cone.
“Holy crap! I’m gonna blow right now if you don’t stop!” TJ wheezed. He was trembling and dribbling precome like a leaky faucet. He fell back onto the bed, his hands twisting in the bedspread.
Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base of TJ’s shaft, Max clamped down to stop him from coming too soon and swiped the fingers of his other hand through the precome, then he slid his mouth over TJ’s cock until it hit the back of his throat. He started working his mouth up and down his cock quickly, swallowing each time it hit the back of his throat and pressing his tongue against it as it slid back out, till he could feel TJ’s balls starting to tighten up.
“S-so close doc,” TJ groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily.
Max pulled his hand off his cock and pressed his hips to the mattress to keep him from cutting off his air supply, then shoved the lubed fingers into TJ’s pucker.
TJ shouted and shot into Max’s mouth, cum spurting again and again down his throat till he couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up and it started to leak down his chin, spit and cum running down TJ’s balls. When it finally stopped, Max pulled off and crawled up next to TJ, lying down so they were face to face. Laughing, he wiped the cum off his face and rubbed it around on TJ’s chest like finger paint. With a smirk, he drew a heart in it with his finger.
“I think you broke me” TJ gasped, his heart racing.
“I certainly hope not ‘cause we’re not done yet.”
Hopping off the bed, Max ran into the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. He wiped his face off and cleaned TJ’s up, then tossed it toward the hamper. He climbed back up, lying down next to TJ again, and draped a leg over TJ’s thigh, playing with his nipples and running his fingers down the valley of his abs.
“You know, you’re almost as pretty as Tiger, in a masculine sort of way” he teased.
“That’s called handsome, smart ass. I’m handsome, not pretty,” TJ pouted.
“That’s called narcissistic, honey.” Max glanced toward the door. “You know,” he said, “if I’m out of chocolate sauce, I know for sure I have some honey on hand.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Eww… sticky,” TJ replied.
Max laughed and started kissing and nuzzling TJ languidly, sucking marks on his abs and chest, nipping and sucking on his nipples, fondling him till he moaned softly and started to grow hard again. He traced the UCAR tattoo on TJ’s chest with his fingers, then licked it and blew on it, watching the goose bumps rise. Gradually growing more passionate, Max started running his fingers down the crease of TJ’s ass and over the rim of his hole, then back up.
“Hold on” TJ said. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube and the condoms Max kept in the headboard.
Handing a condom to Max, he said “Suit up Doctor Sexfford.” He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and started to prep his hole, stretching and working the lube in while Max watched intently. Finally, TJ poured some more lube into his hand and slid it over Max’s cock a couple of times. He wiped the excess on his own cock and turned over, getting on his hands and knees. Pulling a pillow closer, he laid his head down, ass in the air, and reached back to spread his ass cheeks open.
“Spread your legs more babe,” Max said. TJ spread his legs wider and Max moved between them, spreading his own legs to keep TJ open. Rubbing his hand gently along TJ’s hip, he said “Ready, Teej?”
“Yes! Need you now,” he hissed impatiently.
Max lined his cock up with TJ’s pulsating hole, pushing slowly past the ring of muscle and once he made it past the entrance, he stopped, running his hand up and down TJ’s lower back soothingly. TJ gasped and breathed out, trying to relax “Wait. Don’t move yet. Just give me a minute.”
Holding there, his body screaming for him to move, Max asked “You okay babe?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Go ahead and move.”
Max started to move, sliding in and out slowly at first, then as his need arose he started to thrust harder and faster, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in till TJ could feel Max’s balls slapping against his ass.
“Harder dammit!” TJ shouted.
Max grabbed TJ’s shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other hand around his hip. He started to piston in and out of TJ’s hole, sweat rolling down his body and dripping into his eyes and onto TJ.
“Fuck… so fucking hot, Teej. One of these days I want to do this bare so I can shoot my seed into this tight ass and watch the cum spurt out as I pound into you!” He slapped TJ’s ass shouting “Who’s ass is this, TJ?” Pegging TJ’s prostate each time he thrust into his hole, he slapped him again harder. “Answer me Teej, who’s ass is this?”
“Fuck!” TJ shouted. “Yours, doc, only yours!”
“Damn right Teej!” Max shouted, elated.
Suddenly, he felt his orgasm start to roll through him like a tidal wave and his hips started to stutter. “Come for me Teej,” he ordered as he slammed into TJ and looked down to see TJ already tugging on his own cock. Just as he shot into the condom, TJ shouted and cum spurted all over his chest, some of it hitting his neck and face. Max pulled TJ up on his knees, and pressed TJ’s back against his chest, forcing Max’s cock even further into TJ’s passage as his hips undulated and he continued to gently fuck him through their orgasm.
He wrapped his arms around TJ’s chest from behind and hugged him tight, resting his cheek against the back of TJ’s shoulder and murmuring “So good. So fucking amazing.” TJ pressed one hand against Max’s arms and draped the other over his shoulder to cup the back of Max’s head. They stayed that way for a bit while Max whispered soothing words in TJ’s ear.
Finally, he needed to pull out and get rid of the condom. He laid TJ back down on the bed and went into the bathroom again. He tossed the condom and cleaned up, coming back with another towel. TJ was asleep already, but he managed to wipe him down without waking him up.
Grabbing a spare blanket from the closet, he lay down next to TJ and kissed him tenderly on the shoulder, draping the blanket over them and smiling. He and TJ weren’t exactly a couple. They started out as friends with benefits, but Max had been with TJ only for some time now, whether that was the case for TJ now he didn’t know for sure. They’d never made any promise of exclusivity. It was probably time to ask, but not while in the throes of sex. He wanted more. As far as he was concerned, they weren’t just sex friends anymore. Max was madly, passionately in love with TJ. As he drifted off to sleep, he started rehearsing the conversation in his head.
Chapter 7
Three days later, Tiger lay in his bed fidgeting and stewing over how to get the hell out of the damn hospital and back on the road. He still hurt but he was at least more clear-headed and determined to do whatever it took to keep them from doping him up again. Little did they know but all the shit they kept pumping into him was actually slowing down the healing process. Tiger wasn’t going to tell them that though.
He’d always seemed to heal faster than other humans; whether or not it had anything to do with him being part Fae he didn’t know. He did know that full blooded Fae lived longer than humans. His mother had been over three hundred Earth years old when she had been killed and she never looked a day over thirty. He was twenty-eight and looked like twenty-three at most. Some people thought he was even younger. He kept his scruff lately to keep it from
being so obvious he wasn’t visibly aging. Maybe he was always going to look that way.
He was probably going to have a long life- span if he didn’t get himself killed on the job. He’d never been tested, and he’d been orphaned before his parent’s had a chance to really tell him much, but his mother had always warned him not to tell anyone about his differences. With his eyes, he couldn’t exactly hide his Fae blood, but he was smart enough to keep as much as possible under wraps.
He thought perhaps his faster reflexes were abnormal for a human too, but he’d mostly just put it down to his rigorous training, which would also explain him being so strong for his size. He was a sharpshooter because of his above average eyesight. Overall, he was just more than the average human male.
When he thought back, he realized that his abilities had increased so gradually over time that he wasn’t consciously aware of it. Even TJ didn’t know his full abilities, and he was Tiger’s closest friend. Tiger didn’t know squat about being Fae, so how could he explain it to TJ, even if he wanted to? Maybe that was why he so readily embraced his Japanese heritage; at least that was something he could research.
The doomsday clock was still ticking, and he still needed to find that researcher. He didn’t even know whether or not the guy would be able to help him at all. He probably needed a plan B, but so far, he didn’t have a clue what that would be, since plan A was pretty vague. It wasn’t like he’d had a lot of time to think about it.
The door opened and Doctor Stafford walked in. “Tiger, you look much better this morning. How do you feel?” he queried as he pulled up a stool next to the bed. He started examining Tiger as he talked. “You remember me? You were very disoriented the last time we talked. Part of that was the drugs but you do have a concussion too.
In case you’ve forgotten, you’re at CGH, not the fort, but since no one knew you were military you were brought here by the EMT’s. We were already in the process of treating you before you were identified, so they’ve given us permission continue to treat you. We’ll forward a copy of your medical record to the fort after you’re released for their follow-up.”
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