Different Suits

by Carol Lynne

  Since an early age, he’d managed to take care of himself. He’d fought and talked his way out of a lot of bad situations and had come out a better man. But there was something about the way Moody held him that made him feel truly safe for the first time in his life.

  Angelo sighed, and grabbed one of the pillows and put it over his face. He began to scream his frustrations into the feathers, hoping the neighbours didn’t hear and call the cops.

  What would his friends say if they knew how much he needed to feel safe and taken care of?

  * * * *

  Moody woke to the smell of coffee. He sat up and stretched his aching back. After getting back late with his bike, he’d stood in his bedroom for over an hour watching Angelo sleep.

  The need to touch the gorgeous man had almost overwhelmed him. Wrapping Angelo in his arms seemed like the natural thing to do, but the last thing he wanted was to take advantage of the skittish man.

  Tossing the covers off his lap, Moody reached for his jeans and slid into them. He made his way into the kitchen, trying to tame his wild hair. The sight of Angelo pouring a cup of coffee in nothing but those sexy boy shorts greeted him. “You got one of those for me?”

  Angelo glanced over his shoulder. “Hmmm, I’m not sure I made it as thick and muddy as you normally like. But I did manage to find an actual pot and some ground coffee, even though it is an off brand.”

  The sly grin was a welcome sight. Moody entered the kitchen and closed in on the hot piece of eye candy. He reached around Angelo and grabbed another cup, pressing himself against Angelo’s back. “You look good in the morning.”

  Angelo poured coffee in Moody’s cup as he subtly pushed back against him. “Wow. You must’ve gotten up on the right side of the sofa.”

  Abandoning his cup, Moody wrapped his arms around Angelo’s waist. The smooth skin of Angelo’s abdomen was incredibly arousing, causing Moody to groan. “Do you remember why you’re here?”

  He placed his mouth against the side of Angelo’s neck, taking small nibbles in between kisses and licks. Moody half-expected to get shoved away, so it was a fantastic surprise when Angelo reached over his head and back to run his fingers through Moody’s hair.

  “Am I sober enough for you yet?” Angelo tilted his head to the side, giving Moody more room to taste.

  He couldn’t resist truly feeling Angelo’s body for the first time. He freely ran his hands over the toned chest and stomach before allowing them to travel down. Moody outlined Angelo’s erection with his fingers. Through the thin underwear, he could feel every vein and ridge of Angelo’s long, thin cock.

  “Nice,” he whispered as he slipped his hand under the waistband.

  Angelo tried to turn around, but Moody stopped him. “Let me touch you,” Angelo begged.

  “Later. This is all about you.” Moody pushed Angelo’s underwear down as far as he could without breaking contact. Needing to feel that sweet ass nestled against his cock, Moody unzipped his jeans and fished his cock out of its confines.

  He pumped Angelo’s dick several times, before moving down to cup the heavy sac. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moaned.

  Angelo continued to play with Moody’s hair with one hand and reached back and ran a hand over Moody’s ass with the other. “So do you.”

  Sinking to his knees, Moody bit first one ass cheek and then the other. He gripped the twin globes in his hands and ran his tongue from Angelo’s heavy balls to his tight pucker.

  Angelo arched his back, bracing his hands on the edge of the counter. “Feels good.”

  Moody didn’t stop licking and sucking to agree out loud, but damn, the man was right. Angelo tasted better than Moody thought he would. He could definitely spend hours tongue fucking his lover.

  The phone rang, interrupting Moody’s moment of bliss. Fuck! Being a cop, he knew he had to answer it, but he finally had Angelo right where he wanted him. He broke away with a growl. “Don’t you dare move.”

  Moody rushed into the living room and opened his phone. “Torrence.”

  “It’s me,” Jake announced. “A call came into 9-1-1 from a concerned citizen. Seems this guy witnessed some illegal activity at the Pilato house.”

  “Someone saw the guy who spray painted Angelo’s Benz?”

  “Nope. According to the caller, Angelo Pilato has been running some sort of drug operation out of his house for some time.”

  “That’s bullshit!” Moody screamed.

  “Yeah, but it tells us Blakely’s stepping up his game.”

  “Have you questioned the caller?” Moody asked.

  “No. Call was made from a payphone about a mile from Pilato’s house.”

  “Shit.”

  “The captain wants us in his office ASAP,” Jake informed Moody.

  Moody thought about the naked man in his kitchen and groaned. Would the two of them ever get a chance to fuck? “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  He hung up the phone and tossed it back to the coffee table. Before returning to Angelo, he swung by his bedroom and grabbed a rubber and a bottle of lube. As he entered the kitchen, he whistled. Angelo had hoisted one leg onto the counter, fully exposing himself to Moody’s gaze.

  “Who was on the phone?” Angelo asked, his hand smoothing over one ass cheek.

  Moody glanced at the condom in his hand and immediately ripped open the package. As he sheathed his erection, he flipped the top open on the lube. “Work. I need to get to the station.”

  Before Angelo could ask any more questions, Moody carefully entered his lover’s hole with his middle finger.

  “Ohhh…” Angelo moaned.

  “You want my cock, baby?” He eased another finger into Angelo’s heat.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  With the size of his cock, Moody knew he’d need to stretch Angelo’s ass as much as possible. Hurting the man he hoped to fuck again and again wasn’t a good idea. As he continued to stretch Angelo’s hole, he used his other hand to reach around and torture Angelo’s nipples.

  “Gonna fill you.”

  “Uh huh,” Angelo agreed. “What about work?”

  “Believe me, once I get inside this sweet ass, it won’t take long.”

  Angelo bucked as Moody added a third finger. “Easy, baby.”

  “Been a while,” Angelo mumbled.

  Moody sucked Angelo’s ear lobe into his mouth, finishing the gesture with a nip. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  Angelo shook his head. “Just do it. Need it.”

  After several more seconds, Moody removed his fingers and added more lube to Angelo’s hole. He lined up his cock and slowly pushed his crown against the stretched opening.

  Moody felt Angelo begin to tense and stopped. He bit his lip until he got the nod from his lover. It took longer than either of them would’ve like to become fully seated, but, oh fuck, was it worth it.

  Angelo’s inner walls gripped Moody’s cock like nothing he’d ever felt. “Oh, baby, you feel so good.”

  He knew if his lover hadn’t already gotten under his skin, the feel of being inside Angelo would’ve done it in a heartbeat. Moody silently cursed himself for wanting to claim ownership of the man in his arms.

  Moody began a gentle rhythm in and out of the delicious ass. He was so close, when Angelo held up a hand, the universal symbol for a time out. It nearly killed Moody, but he slowed his pace and pulled completely out. “Did I hurt you?”

  Angelo took his leg off the counter and turned around. “I need to hold you while you fuck me.”

  If it had been any other man, Moody would’ve been pissed, but the emotion evident on Angelo’s face was something new to him. Moody nodded and led Angelo to the kitchen table, lifting his lover on top.

  Without being asked, Angelo scooted his ass to the edge and spread his legs. “Kiss me.”

  Moody grabbed the back of Angelo’s head with one hand as he guided his throbbing cock back to the sweet hole with the other.

  The kiss was passionate beyond anything Moody
had experienced. He wanted to crawl inside Angelo and take up residence. As his thrusts increased in speed, he lured Angelo’s tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it.

  The cheap table began to work its way across the vinyl floor as his lust kicked into overdrive. No doubt his balls were going to be sore from slapping against the edge of the table, but like everything else where Angelo was involved, he knew it was worth it.

  Moody released Angelo’s tongue as he gasped some much needed oxygen into his lungs. “Touch yourself.”

  Angelo reached between them and started jacking his cock. “I’m not going to last.”

  “Good,” Moody groaned, feeling his approaching climax. “Come on my chest, baby.”

  He held back long enough to feel the first splash of heat against his skin. Moody howled as he emptied his seed into the condom. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. He collapsed against Angelo’s chest as he tried to regain his breath.

  Angelo’s legs wrapped around Moody’s waist as the two of them held each other.

  Moody felt his cock begin to soften and reached between them. Breaking their hold, he carefully held the condom in place and withdrew from Angelo’s body. He stared down at Angelo and shook his head. What the hell could he possibly say to the man?

  Angelo grinned and nodded, seeming to understand.

  Moody knew the clock was ticking. As much as he wanted to carry his hot Italian to bed, he knew he needed to get to the station. “I need to jump into the shower.”

  Angelo nodded and allowed Moody to pull him into a sitting position. “Can we try it in a bed next time?”

  Moody chuckled. “In a bed, against the wall, on the couch, and if you’re lucky, on the Harley.”

  Angelo’s eyes rounded. “You can do that?”

  Moody nodded. “Not while riding, but yeah.”

  Leaning forward, Angelo ran his tongue across Moody’s pebbled nipple. “I look forward to it.”

  Moody groaned as his lover’s teeth scraped across the sensitive flesh. “Hold that thought. If I don’t get to the station, we’ll both be fucked by the end of the day.”

  Angelo pulled back. “Has my house been cleared yet? I need to get some clothes and my laptop.”

  The earlier message from Jake sent a shiver up Moody’s spine. “No. Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll take you by your place as soon as I can.”

  Angelo narrowed his eyes and hopped off the table. “What’s happened?”

  Moody didn’t want to shake Angelo up any more than he already was, but he deserved to know the truth. “A call came in about you trafficking drugs out of your house. It’s bullshit and we know it, but it tells us Blakely isn’t quite through with his games yet.”

  Angelo picked up the now cold cup of coffee and drank. “He’s trying to ruin my entire life, isn’t he?”

  Moody nodded. “Looks that way.”

  Angelo emptied the rest of the coffee down the drain before refilling his cup. “You’re in my life. Does that mean they’ll go after you next?”

  Moody hadn’t thought of that. It was very much in keeping with Blakely’s style to do just that. In order to head off any damage Blakely could do to his career, Moody would have to come clean to the captain about his involvement with Angelo.

  “I won’t let that happen. We know the game he’s playing.”

  “What about my friends?” Angelo asked.

  “Call them. Warn them to keep their eyes open,” Moody suggested.

  With the clock ticking, Moody knew he didn’t have time to shower. He went to the sink and withdrew a dishcloth from the drawer. “I hate leaving you here like this, but it’s important that we do some damage control.”

  Angelo took the wet cloth out of Moody’s hand and began to clean his cock. “You go do what needs doing, and I’ll try to get a hold of Zac, Trey and the guys.”

  After dressing in a clean set of clothes, Moody gave Angelo one last kiss before heading towards the door. “Make sure you lock this. I don’t get visitors, so don’t be fooled into thinking a friend is stopping by.”

  Angelo smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

  I hope so. As Moody closed the door, he realised there were words on the tip of his tongue that he’d not said to any of his lovers in the past. The idea of falling for Angelo was both scary and heart warming.

  He had more reason than ever to take down Carl Blakely and his group.

  Chapter Four

  After a long, hot shower, Angelo dug in Moody’s dresser until he came up with a pair of sweats which were about three sizes too big, and a faded red T-shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head.

  Never in a million years would he have imagined himself in Moody’s clothes. What the hell had happened to him? One fuck and he knew in his heart the man owned him. While he should be elated at what he was feeling, the opposite was the case.

  What would happen when Moody tired of him? Hadn’t he learned over the years people couldn’t take his particular quirks for long? With a hand on the waist of the sweats to keep them up, he made his way into the living room.

  He punched in a few numbers and waited for Cole to answer. He knew Trey would be in class, but he could usually get Cole if he needed something.

  “Hello?” Trey answered Cole’s phone.

  “Didn’t expect to get you. Where’s Cole?”

  There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Trey?”

  “He’s talking to Moody.”

  “Moody?” Had his lover lied to him about meeting with his captain?

  “Someone spray painted the front of our house overnight.”

  “Shit. I was calling to tell you to be on the lookout.” Angelo knew Trey had been through more than his share of grief lately. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Why’re you sorry? You didn’t do it.”

  “Come on, we both know Blakely’s after me.”

  “Yeah, because you stood up for me. Whatever messed up guilt you have going on in your head, quit it. As long as Blakely sticks to this juvenile stuff, I’m not worried,” Trey told him.

  “I’m getting the eye from Moody. I guess he’s figured out who I’m talking to,” Trey said, a chuckle in his voice. “Do the two of you have something going on?”

  Angelo took a deep breath. He started to deny his budding relationship with the detective, but stopped himself. How would he feel if Moody denied him?

  “I like him,” he finally admitted.

  “Good. Right now you need a guy like him around.”

  He started to rebuke the ‘right now’ comment, but didn’t. It wasn’t Trey’s fault Angelo had never kept a man around for long. Sure, his friends might think Moody was a temporary diversion, but Angelo was beginning to question that.

  “Tell Cole I’m sorry about the house.” Angelo wanted to tell Trey to have Moody call him, but he didn’t want to sound like a high school girl.

  “I will, but he’ll say the same thing I did.”

  “Probably,” Angelo agreed.

  “I’ll have Moody call you when we finish up,” Trey offered.

  Angelo smiled. “I’d appreciate that.”

  * * * *

  Moody wrapped things up with Cole and went in search of Trey. He found him in the kitchen, making sack lunches. “Was that Angelo who called earlier?”

  Trey finished putting an apple in one of the sacks before answering. “He wanted to warn us to be on the lookout.”

  “How did he sound? Was he upset when he found out about the graffiti?” Moody asked. He was trying to go for casual. It wasn’t up to him to tell Angelo’s friends what had gone on between the two of them.

  Trey rolled his eyes. “He felt bad. Tried to apologise. I told him it wasn’t his fault. That he wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place if he hadn’t been there for me at the courthouse.”

  “Or if I’d reached Blakely first,” Moody blurted.

  One of Trey’s eyebrows rose in question. “So you’re carrying your own guilt. Figures.”
r />   “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Trey shrugged. “Just that everyone seems to feel guilty except the people who should.”

  Moody relaxed a bit. He’d filled Jake in on the ride over about his relationship with Angelo. Jake had accused him of confusing his need to protect with genuine caring. Moody knew that wasn’t the case, and he’d set his temporary partner straight before they’d arrived at Cole and Trey’s house.

  “I know he likes you,” Trey said, interrupting Moody’s thoughts.

  “He’s a good guy.” Moody wasn’t the kind of man to share his feelings. He hoped Trey respected that.

  “He is.”

  It appeared Trey was about to say more, but stopped himself. Moody figured he was going to give him the honourable intentions speech or some other bullshit. “Spit it out.”

  Trey shrugged. “It’s just that I don’t think Ang is as unaffected by the harassment as he might seem. The surface image he gives off to keep people at a distance isn’t who he really is.”

  “I know,” Moody agreed. He was pleased Trey saw the true man Angelo was.

  Trey nodded and turned to pick up the lunch sacks. “If we don’t get to school, we’ll be eating these here.”

  Moody nodded, silently thanking Trey for not dragging the conversation out further. “I’ll be in touch as soon as we find information.”

  “I know. And I’ll expect to see you Saturday night at the poker game.”

  “Oh, I won’t…”

  “Yes you will. Angelo doesn’t have big brothers to watch his back, but he has friends. Time to face the firing squad, Detective.” Trey started out the door, but stopped and turned back. “That is if you’re serious about our boy.”

  Moody fisted his hands at his sides as he followed Trey out. What was it with these people? Didn’t they know how scary he was? He had the majority of the punks on the streets scared shitless, as well as most of the cops he worked with.

  He met Jake at the end of the driveway and climbed behind the wheel of the unmarked car. He knew he needed to call Angelo, but it wasn’t going to happen with Jake in the car.

  “Nice enough guys,” Jake commented.