Cole lasted all of six seconds with his eyes locked with Kelly’s, he knows this because he counted them in his head, before his eyes dropped like lead weights and laser-locked onto that hard piece of flesh that he hadn’t seen in twelve years. He’d dreamed about it, fantasized about it, tried to recreate it with escorts, but nothing was ever the same. And now he knew why.
It was fucking perfect. It was better than perfect. It was, it was..... “Fuck,” was all he could say.
“Cole?”
“Yeah,” Cole mumbled, his eyes still locked on that leaking, rock-hard, thick, mouth-watering piece of flesh.
“Touch it.”
Cole’s hand shook hard but he didn’t even try to stop that because he knew he couldn’t. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around that steel piece of flesh. “God, Kelly,” he said with a moan as his hand slid up and back.
Kelly grabbed his wrist to still his hand and Cole looked up to find that Kelly’s eyes were squeezed shut.
“Don’t want to cum yet,” he mumbled then he turned and stumbled into the shower.
As the water came on, Cole dropped his own pants to the floor and climbed in behind Kelly. Kelly handed him the shower gel as he said, “As much as I’d really like to get us both off right now, I want our first time to be in your bed so just wash me, okay?”
Cole pressed a kiss to Kelly’s shoulder, “Okay, babe,” he said then he squirted some gel into his hand and rubbed it all over Kelly’s back and ass, that fucking perfectly curved ass.
Kelly did the same for him but they each washed their own front side, although with their eyes locked on one another the entire time.
“I need you, babe, so fucking bad it hurts,” Kelly said as he pulled Cole into his arms and pressed a kiss to his temple.
Cole reached behind him to turn off the water, “Come on, I’ve got you,” he said as he took Kelly’s hand and they stepped out of the shower. Cole handed Kelly a towel and they each dried off and then they slowly walked into the bedroom because, this, right here, was the moment that both of them dreamt about but never thought would happen.
“Where, um, where do you want me?” Cole whispered.
“I want you inside me,” Kelly said as he turned to look at Cole.
Cole blinked a few times as those words sank in and then he turned to look at Kelly, “But, but I thought…”
Kelly climbed onto the bed, lay down on his back and spread his legs open, “No babe, don’t think, just fucking take me.”
Cole’s hand gripped the base of his dick, “Fucking fuck,” he mumbled.
He slowly climbed onto the bed between Kelly’s legs, pressing kisses to each of his thighs and then he sucked one of Kelly’s balls into his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah,” Kelly said with a moan as he bent his knees.
As Cole let it fall from his mouth, he licked around Kelly’s sack and sucked a finger into his mouth and then, as he sucked the other nut into his mouth, he pressed his index finger into Kelly’s tight pucker.
“Holy fuck!”
Cole let that ball fall from his mouth and then he looked up at Kelly, “Damn, babe, you’re super tight.”
Kelly’s arm started flailing, “Lube, babe, lube, fuck that feels good.”
Cole let his finger slide out and he reached up into his nightstand for his lube and a strip of condoms. He suited up so he didn’t have to worry about it later and then poured some lube over his fingers and slipped his finger back inside.
“Ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” Kelly said more as a groan than words as that finger slid in and out.
And then Cole slipped in another.
And he curved them.
And Kelly’s head and shoulders shot off the pillow as his eyes popped open and white liquid poured out of his dick, “Holy fucking shit!”
“Damn babe, haven’t you, you’ve, wait,” Cole said with a frown but then Kelly reached down and gripped his wrist, “Cole Gillette so help me, if you fucking stop now for any reason, I will hulk out and destroy this fucking bedroom!”
A smirk lifted one corner of Cole’s mouth, “Okay mister tough-guy,” he said as he added a third finger and began sliding them in and out, occasionally brushing them over that bundle of nerves, not enough to make Kelly cum but enough to turn him into a quivering mess.
“Please, Cole, please.”
Cole slid his fingers out, made sure his cock was good and lubed up and then lined it up. Just before he pressed inside though, he froze. Because this was Kelly, his Kelly. The man he’d loved, and hated, and loved, and hated and wanted for as long as he could remember.
“Cole,” Kelly whispered and it wasn’t just his name…it was a plea.
So, Cole pushed back his nerves and slowly began to press inside. Kelly hissed as the head of Cole’s cock breached that first ring but he immediately breathed out, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
So, Cole watched Kelly’s face as he continued to slowly press inside. There were so many emotions swirling, even though the man’s eyes were squeezed shut, and Cole would swear he could feel every one of them: wonder, excitement, bliss, nirvana, surprise. That last one confused Cole but he ignored it because, well, because his dick was in Kelly Miller’s ass…and it was everything he’d ever dreamed of…and more.
The second he bottomed out, with his balls coming to rest on Kelly’s ass, Kelly’s eyes popped open and he looked at Cole and that’s when Cole knew, even before the man said the words, he knew.
“I’ve never bottomed for anyone before, Cole. You’re my first,” he whispered.
Cole immediately tried to pull out and he growled, “Jesus Christ, why the fuck didn’t you say anything?” but Kelly locked his ankles together behind Cole’s ass and there was no escaping the vice grip of those strong as fuck legs.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t go through with it if you knew. Please, Cole. I want this, I need this, please.”
Cole pushed his knees underneath him, “You are a stubborn, stubborn man, Kelly Miller Braddock and you’re fucking lucky I love you,” then he crashed their lips together just as he pulled his hips back and slammed his dick inside the only place it ever wanted to be.
“Oh fuck!” Kelly cried out as he yanked his mouth away to breathe in more air.
“That’s right, baby, hang on for the best fucking orgasm of your fucking life,” Cole said with a growl as his hips hammered at a relentless pace, his big dick pegging Kelly’s prostate with every stroke.
“Let me up, babe,” he growled into Kelly’s ear.
The second he felt Kelly’s feet release behind him, Cole’s body was upright and he was sliding his arms under Kelly’s knees. Then he leaned forward onto his hands, lifting Kelly’s ass farther into the air.
“Oh, god I need to cum,” Kelly groaned as his hand started to reach for his dick.
“Don’t touch it,” Cole growled, “Look at me babe.”
He waited until Kelly’s wild eyes snapped up to his and then he shifted his hips just enough to know he was hitting that prostate dead on each and every time, “Feel this, feel me, cum for me babe.”
“OhmyfuckinggodCole!” Kelly cried as his back arched off the bed and then his dick began to unload with more cum than Cole had ever seen in his life. These weren’t just ribbons of white painting his chest, abs and chin, this was an entire fucking paint can…and it sent Cole right over the edge.
“Fuck, yes, Kelly!” he shouted out as he continued to stare at Kelly’s pulsing cock while his own was filling the condom inside his man.
Before he was even done, he collapsed on top of Kelly, releasing his legs and falling onto his chest as his cock continued to twitch and jerk inside Kelly’s ass. Between the kisses he was peppering on the man’s mouth he whispered, “I’m still fucking mad at you for not saying anything first.”
“I’m not. I’ve never cum so hard or so much. That was epic.”
“You mean I don’t have that to look forward to every time,” Cole said as he looked down a
t him with a smirk.
“Sorry babe, probably not.”
“You really should’ve told me, Kel.”
“I didn’t need to because I knew you’d be perfect, Cole, and you were.”
Cole dropped his forehead to Kelly’s, “Shit, what are we going to do now?”
“Now? Now we’re going to shower and I’m going to taste you the way I’ve been dying to. And then we’re going back out into that living room to find out what the fuck is going on.”
And they did just that, both dropping to their knees and swallowing the other’s load before washing off once more, drying and then both putting on some of Cole sweatpants, despite then being a tight fit on Kelly.
“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” Kelly said as he walked out into the living room.
“Other than we’ve all got raging hard-ons from your loud ass?” Hawke said with a growl.
And, yeah, when Kelly glanced around the room everyone’s cheeks are flushed and they’re all either hiding or not attempting to hide the bulges in their pants.
“Uh, sorry,” he mumbled as he blushed and sat down on the couch.
“No worries. We’ll get this shit taken care of and then most of us can get home to our men and pound the fuck out of them,” Morgan said as he sat next to Kelly.
He glanced up to Cain, “Cain will lay out the threat to you and we can go from there.”
Chapter Seventeen
Tiny’s thumb pressed down on the remote, changing the channels so fast he was certain he was going to break something but he didn’t give a shit.
Two hours. Blake hadn’t said a word, hadn’t looked at him, hadn’t fucking moved in two fucking hours. The pizza Tiny had ordered sat on the coffee table. He had eaten, Blake hadn’t touched it.
“Aren’t you supposed to get to know me or some shit?” he finally said when he couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I am.”
Tiny turned around to look over the back of the couch, “How?”
“I’m looking over your arrest record.”
Tiny rolled his eyes, “Oh, because that’s going to be super helpful. Nothing I did while in that club reflects who I am or the real me, you know that right?”
“I am aware.”
“I am aware,” Tiny mocked, “You are an asshole, you are aware of that, right?”
“I am aware.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not in your wildest dreams,” Blake said as he looked at him over the top of his tablet.
Tiny glared back at him then he pushed to his feet, “This was a fucking mistake,” he barked out then he stomped from the room.
Blake felt bad for pissing the guy off, sort of, but he couldn’t handle having the man in the same room as he was. Call him weak, even though he hated to admit it, but the man fired up ever nerve, triggered every desire, unleashed every fantasy and ruined every ounce of self-control that Blake Thornton had – so he needed to get the man out of his sight so he could regain some semblance of…..normal.
But the moment that Tiny walked back out of his bedroom wearing…..oh fucking hell, no….black leather pants, boots and vest over the top of a skin tight long sleeved white shirt, Blake knew he was in serious trouble.
“I’m taking my bike out,” he stated.
“What?”
Tiny glared at him, “I said I’m taking my fucking bike out, you got a fucking problem with that?”
“Um, no, let me just go change into some tac pants and boots really quick.”
“Well, hurry the fuck up, I ain’t got all night.”
Blake frowned at him as he bent to pick up his bag and carry it back to the guest room to change because this Tiny? This rough, angry, impatient man? This wasn’t the man he had met….not by a long shot.
Had he brought out this anger?
Or was it something else?
Blake quickly changed into a black turtle-neck shirt, black tactical pants and he laced up his combat boots. Then he strapped on his shoulder and ankle holsters and finished up with his black leather jacket.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
He didn’t miss Tiny’s eyes as the slid up and down his body. How could he? They felt like a caress over every inch of skin…and it burned.
With a huff, Tiny turned away.
They locked up the house and set the alarm while Blake notified Logan and Ranger that they were going out and then Tiny handed him a spare helmet while he strapped on his own.
Tiny swung his thick leg over the huge bike and fired it up.
There was a click and then Tiny’s deep, rumbling voice was in Blake’s ear, thanks to Bluetooth, “Get on, Agent. You do know how to ride a bike, right?”
Blake frowned at Tiny, just managing to bite back his retort.
He put his hand on Tiny’s shoulder and swung his leg over the big bike then he plopped his ass down, trying to maintain a gap between his crotch and Tiny’s ass, although being this close to the man was already making his dick plump up.
He moved his hands from Tiny’s shoulders to his biceps, unsure of where to put them, until Tiny said, “You better grab onto my waist and hold on tight unless you want to fall off. I don’t slow down for nobody, Agent Thornton,” then he backed his bike out of the garage, closed the door, and shot down the driveway, barely skirting the gate as it opened.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Blake mumbled as his arms wrapped tighter around Tiny’s waist and he held on for dear life.
An hour later, Blake was peeling his eyes open as the bike slowed down and pulled into a parking lot. He looked up at the faded, broken neon sign above the place and his heart fell into his feet.
Fucking hell no. He couldn’t do this. No fucking way.
“What are we doing here, Tiny?” he mumbled as Tiny shut off his bike and took off his helmet.
“Oh, you know, getting a drink, scratching an itch, getting my dick sucked, that kinda thing.”
Blake squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to stave off the nausea rolling through his gut.
A gay bar. A fucking hole-in-the-wall gay bar in the middle of fucking nowhere.
“I, I thought you didn’t do this kind of thing anymore,” he whispered.
“I haven’t, in like a year. But desperate times and all that shit. Hey Thornton?”
“Yeah?”
“You need to get off the bike first.”
Blake wanted to scream take us home, take us the fuck back home but instead he put one foot on the ground and swung the other over the back of the bike and stood on wobbly legs.
Tiny set the kickstand then he stood and held his hand out towards Blake and for a panicked moment Blake thought he was asking to hold his fucking hand.
“Helmet, Agent,” Tiny said with a wave of his fingers.
Tiny locked both helmets to his bike and then he took off for the door, with Blake right on his heels, silently cursing inside the whole way.
The moment they stepped inside, Blake knew he was doomed. Every head turned to assess the huge but incredibly handsome Tiny Murphy, and most didn’t seem to care that he had walked in with another man.
Tiny ignored them all and walked over to the bar, ordering a shot and a beer. He threw down a hundred-dollar bill and said, “Start me up a tab, would ya?”
“Sure thing, hot stuff,” the bartender said as he ogled Tiny.
Tiny winked at him as he picked up his shot to down it.
“Does mister sourpuss want anything?” the bartender said as he looked at Blake.
Tiny threw a glance Blake’s way, “Naw, he’s my protection. Can’t drink on duty.”
The bartender frowned, “He won’t be a problem, will he? I can’t have my patrons getting nervous.”
“No, he’s just here to keep my ass safe. He has to watch everything I do, and I do mean everything.”
“Oooo, kinky,” the bartender said with a smile.
Tiny turned around and began surveying the crowd.
As he was looking them over, Blake he
ard himself whisper, “Tiny, please.”
Tiny looked over at him, “What, Agent Thornton?”
Blake looked up at him but, of course, lost his nerve again. “Nothing,” he mumbled as he glanced away.
Blake stared down at his boots and watched, in horror, as another pair of shoes walked over and stood toe to toe with Tiny. “Hey, handsome. Fancy some company?”
Blake’s head snapped up and his fists clenched as he took in the skinny blonde haired twink with the streak of blue in his styled hair who was about a foot shorter than Tiny’s six foot five.
Never before had he wanted to beat the fucking shit out of someone just for being born.
His eyes ran over the back of the guy, noting his lack of muscles and, hell, his lack of an ass too. The guy was a twig, he’d probably break if you squeezed too hard. No way was he Tiny’s type, no fucking way.
“Yeah, sure,” Tiny mumbled.
Blake’s head snapped up and his eyes locked with Tiny’s. Eyes that were locked directly with Blake’s as if to say, yeah, so what are you going to do about it? as his hand slid behind the twinks neck and he pulled him down the darkened hall towards the bathrooms. He bypassed the doors, instead leading him to the dark alcove near the exit door. “Here’s good,” Tiny said as he leaned against the wall.
Blake leaned against the far wall, facing Tiny.
The twink turned and looked Blake up and down, “He gonna just watch?”
“Yep,” Tiny said as he grabbed the twinks neck again and pulled him forward.
That was all the encouragement that twink needed. He latched his mouth onto Tiny’s like a Hoover, sucking his tongue deep inside his own mouth with wet sloppy sounds as he hummed.
Blake started to squeeze his eyes shut and turn away but then he realized that Tiny’s eyes weren’t closed, they were locked on Blake.
Like, what the fuck?
And that’s when it hit him.
Tiny wasn’t doing this because he wanted to. He was doing this to piss Blake off, to get him to react.
Problem was, Blake couldn’t do that. He just wasn’t wired that way.
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