“Christ, you’re so goddamned beautiful,” Nico said, slipping both arms around his waist and pulling himself up flush against Mac’s hard body. He was still fully clothed. Mac looked down as Nico lifted his face and smiled a sexy sideways smile. He was confident of his looks and sexuality and Mac loved that about him. So many guys were intimidated by him, probably because of his size.
“I could look at you all day.” Nico ran his hands up the naked skin of Mac’s back where the shirt hung free of the pants that had confined it. Mac watched his face, feeling the slide of Nico’s palms as they worked their way around to his chest. He rested his hands on his pectorals and stared up into Mac’s eyes. Nico’s eyes were such a deep rich brown, Mac thought they were gorgeous. Mac smiled at him, sliding his hands onto Nico’s hips and tugging him closer. He lowered his face and spoke against his lips.
“What are we doing here, baby? You want me to fuck you or what?” He kissed the side of Nico’s jaw.
“Mm, that feels good, Mac. Let me ask you…” He ground his cock against Mac’s thick thigh. “If I let you fuck me with this…”—he slid one hand down to cover Mac’s large cock—“gorgeous dick… are you going to tear me apart?”
Mac shook his head as he gazed into the two brown pools of Nico’s eyes. “No way. I’d never ever hurt you.” Before Nico could reply, Mac took his mouth, cutting off any further inquiries as he kissed him deeply. Nico hummed against him as he continued to jack Mac off through his briefs. Mac could smell the arousal coming from his own body and he knew the fabric must be wet where he was leaking precome into the briefs in Nico’s hand. He plunged his tongue inside of Nico’s mouth, savoring the way he tasted as he took what he needed from him. He made all kinds of mewling sounds as he kissed and it was such a turn-on to Mac. In fact, practically everything about him was sexy as hell. When Nico slipped his hand inside Mac’s briefs, it was so natural, he almost didn’t realize the effect the touch was having on him until it was too late.
Mac started humping against his hand as Nico wrapped his cock with his fist and began to pump him up and down. Nico was no small man but he couldn’t get his large fist completely around Mac’s cock. He hadn’t met a man who could yet. It didn’t matter. Nico’s tongue plunging into his mouth in rhythm to the way his hand enthusiastically worked him over and over, had Mac close within minutes. And it was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt in his life. He heard himself begin to pant into Nico’s mouth as the man’s hand worked him relentlessly. Mac knew he was going to spill all over both of them in mere moments if he didn’t quit, and somehow he just knew Nico sensed the danger as well. He groaned as Nico suddenly pulled his mouth away.
“Come for me, Mac.”
“Christ!” The way Nico ordered Mac was sexy beyond belief. He bucked up into his tight fist and felt the overwhelming rush of pleasure slam through him as he came in Nico’s hand. Nico captured his scream as he spurted over the man’s knuckles while stroking him hard through it. Mac knew he must be leaving a dripping mess all over Nico’s suit as well as the remnants of his own briefs which he’d never divested himself of but at the moment, he couldn’t care less. The only thing he knew was how good it felt to be kissing Nico as he dragged out his climax. What an incredible fucking hand job. No one had ever done that for him before and Mac realized he wasn’t ready for it to end… even as his climax tapered away.
Nico pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead on Mac’s. Mac looked down and saw his lips spread with a smile. As he lifted his head he gazed into Mac’s eyes.
“You’re absolutely beautiful. That was hot as hell, Mac,” Nico said. He was watching his mouth. It turned Mac on and he hoped that Devecchio was imagining getting sucked off by him. Mac couldn’t resist running his tongue over his lips. When Nico sighed and pulled back he looked down as he took his hand off Mac’s dick. His spunk covered Nico’s hand and Nico chuckled. He glanced up at Mac as he raised his hand and licked through the mess. Watching his tongue running between the fingers of his hand as he cleaned it of come was so unbelievably hot, he was growing hard again.
“You’re wicked,” Mac said with a grin.
Devecchio grinned back. “And you taste good. Next time, I want it in my mouth when you blow.”
“I’ll drown you,” Mac said, pressing a hard kiss on Nico’s lips. They tasted like him. Mac dropped both hands to Nico’s ass and squeezed him through his slacks. He pulled his mouth away and frowned. “I need to feel this ass in my hands. Take off your clothes or you’re gonna lose a perfectly good suit, Devecchio.” He grabbed a clean exercise washcloth from a stack of clean laundry on his dresser and held it out for Nico.
Nico chuckled, taking the towel. He wiped his hands.
“It’s a shame to waste all this. Next time, I’m going down on you and sucking and swallowing all of it.”
Jesus.
“Get naked,” Mac growled as he shed the balance of his clothes.
Nico complied, methodically removing every stitch of clothing as Mac watched. The man had a spectacular body, muscled and toned underneath the suit which Mac noted was made of the finest quality. He knew it wasn’t cheap and he speculated whether Devecchio came from money. He certainly didn’t earn enough to buy that kind of suit or the others he’d seen him wear to the office on his salary. Unless he lived in a hovel, Devecchio had either made some great investments or the man came from money. When he was naked, he stepped close and leaned up for a kiss as Mac indulged him.
Nico had a fine mouth and he kissed so sensually, Mac was already growing hard again after just shooting his wad all over the place. He couldn’t believe how easily the younger man had him so revved up so quickly but there it was. Nico had an innate quality that made Mac horny just by looking at him. Mac did as he’d warned and slid his hands down Nico’s body until he had his ass in both his large palms. The muscles were taut and perfectly formed. Nico had a beautiful ass and Mac squeezed it, imagining how fantastic it was going to feel as he plunged his large cock into it and fucked him hard.
Nico reached up and wound his arms around Mac’s neck and Mac took the initiative to lift him. Nico instantly wrapped his long muscular legs around Mac’s back. Mac walked him to the bed as Nico continued to hug his body with his legs and kiss him passionately. He wasn’t a lightweight but holding him up was no problem for Mac who relished having the sexy Nico Devecchio in his arms at last. Once they got to the bed, Mac lowered him to it, pushing him into the center where he was free to crawl over him. He never broke their kiss even when he pressed down on Nico’s cock with his own. Nico groaned and humped back at him and Mac slipped one long middle finger in between his lover’s ass cheeks and found his hole. When he stroked over his tight pucker and sucked on Nico’s tongue, Nico shuddered and ripped his mouth away from Mac’s, panting hard.
“Oh God!”
Mac grinned, leaning down and kissing him softly as he tickled his hole. “You want me in here, don’t you, baby.” He buried the finger to the first knuckle and Nico yipped, raising his hips off the bed in a feigned attempt at escape. “It’s okay to want me. I want to be here too, Devecchio.” He pushed harder, burying the finger deeper and wishing for lube so he could do it right.
“Mac!” Nico writhed under Mac’s attention and stared at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me, Mac. Fuck me!”
Mac smiled and pulled his finger out. He straddled Nico, looking down and seeing how hard he was. Nico was no small man either and their equally rock-hard cocks looked amazing as they stood high and proud right beside each other. Nico wasn’t as big as Mac but that really didn’t matter. Mac’s mouth watered to taste the pearl of precome at the tip of his uncut cock. He hadn’t been with a lot of uncut guys but erect the way Nico was, Mac could barely tell. The head of his dick peeked out of the foreskin so sweetly, Mac wanted to run his tongue right around that adorable slit and under the foreskin. His own cock throbbed with the need to do it. He wanted to suck Devecchio off so bad. It was only fair anyway.
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bsp; He scooted down until he had Nico pinned in just the right position and then lowered his head. A second later Nico’s hands were in his short hair, helping to guide his head down where he wanted it. The first swipe of Mac’s tongue through the wet trail of precome sliding from his slit sent Mac’s senses into overload. He glanced up at Nico’s face and noted how his brown eyes blazed hot with lust. Mac swallowed the precome on his tongue and felt his cock throb.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, lowering his mouth for another go at the head of Nico’s dick. This time he swirled his tongue around the slender head of his cock, making an effort to slide it underneath the foreskin which barely clung to the protruding glans. Goddamn, the man’s body was sexy as hell. Nico was Mac’s fantasy man.
“God, Mac,” Nico whimpered. “Suck it. Suck it, Mac. Take it all.”
The more Devecchio pleaded, the more Mac teased the tip of his cock with his tongue. Nico’s slit produced more precome and Mac relented, taking the head of Nico’s cock into his mouth so that he could suck with more force.
“Oh, God!” Nico cried out.
Mac knew he was driving the man crazy. The way his hips were grinding against the bedding and the very force it took Mac to hold him down to the bed so he didn’t levitate, was telling. He swallowed more of Nico’s cock, sliding slowly down the shaft as he relaxed his own throat. He wanted to see if he could take it all just the way Devecchio had begged him to. He nearly made it but couldn’t quite bottom out. Nico was just too big to take if Mac didn’t want to gag. As much as he enjoyed that at times, especially when they were reversed and Mac was on the bottom with a guy straddling his face and force-feeding him his cock, this was not the time. He sucked harder and drew more deep moans out of Nico as his fingernails bit into his scalp. The pain stung but the sting sent bolts of lightning right down to Mac’s own cock.
As Mac deep throated Nico’s cock, he reached one hand up to play with his balls. The man had a nice pair of balls in a loose sac that was hot as hell to hold in his hand. They weren’t shaved like so many guys. Nico had hair which was more like a soft peach fuzz over his nuts. Mac loved the way they felt in his hand. He rolled and squeezed them gently as he sucked him off, loving the sounds Nico made whenever he squeezed them just a little bit harder. When he had the chance, he was going to tongue them until Nico shot all over the place. He loved bringing lovers to climax by giving them a rim job which included a good ball tonguing.
“Oh God, Mac, I’m gonna come if you keep that up. You want a mouthful of my come?”
Mac nodded and sucked vigorously. More precome shot onto his tongue as Nico’s whole body tensed under him.
“Mac! Oh God, Mac!”
Come shot onto Mac’s tongue and he swallowed, sucking as strongly as he could as the second load jetted into his mouth. The briny, musky taste of Nico Devecchio thrilled Mac and he sucked him dry, squeezing his balls and sliding a finger over his perineum to make sure he didn’t miss a single drop as he milked him. Nico’s fingers finally relaxed and the stinging sensation of having his short hair pulled finally ebbed. He swallowed around the head of Nico’s cock and pulled off, glancing up at him. The expression of utter stated satisfaction on his face was quite fulfilling. He’d loved doing what he did to Nico and now he was ready to fuck him if the man was still anxious for it. He smiled at Nico and sat up straight, leaning over so that he could capture Devecchio’s lips and kiss him soft and sensually, drawing a final moan from him as he disconnected their lips and pulled away.
Nico smiled, letting his dark eyes roam over Mac’s larger form. As he moved off Nico and propped his head in his hand, he let his left arm drift down to Nico’s stomach where he stroked him in small circles. Nico had a magnificent body and Mac was enjoying looking at all that olive skin he’d had to visualize in his head all these months. Nico lifted his hand and placed it on Mac’s left bicep, letting his fingers trail down over the tattoo there.
“This is beautiful. I think it’s so fucking sexy that you have this simple reminder of your service,” Nico said. The tattoo he was referring to was of a black and white skull wearing a green beret. The words De Oppresso Liber were emblazoned below the skull along with two crossed knives. When translated, the expression inked there meant to free the oppressed and he’d been told by other lovers that just the fact that he wore the Special Forces tattoo at all was a complete turn-on. That, and the fact that he was a large man, turned them on. Mac couldn’t help that he was a big man. His ancestors had been warriors before him and from the time he’d first put on a uniform, it had felt like a second skin to him. He was born to take orders and to carry out the job and mission his country required of him.
He smiled at Nico and reached out, brushing a lock of straight black hair back from where it had fallen across one eye.
“How old are you?”
Nico blinked. “Twenty-five.”
Mac smiled. “You’re younger than I thought you were. I guess it’s all those brains that made me think you were older.”
“Mac, you do realize that people with higher IQs don’t actually have more brains than anyone else?”
Mac grinned and cupped the side of his cheek. “Yes. I know that, beautiful.” He leaned in and stole another kiss. He was about to pull away when Nico stopped him with a hand to the back of his neck. Mac looked into Nico’s eyes with a question in his own. Their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart.
“Why do you call me that? I’m not a woman.”
Mac sighed and backed up a little. “I call you beautiful and baby and all those things so that you’ll know how much I want you. I know you’re not a woman, Devecchio. I just sucked your dick so that should be abundantly clear.” Mac grinned. It was Nico’s turn to sigh. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling as Mac watched him.
“I always fuck up in these situations. I’m sorry.” He rolled back to his side and reached down for Mac’s cock. “I told you to fuck me. I’m sorry.” He wrapped his fist around Mac who’d gone soft. Mac reached down and covered his hand, stopping the stroking he’d been giving Mac.
“No.”
“No what?” Nico asked with wide eyes.
“Stop it. It’s not necessary. Making love has to be organic, Devecchio and this isn’t.” He leaned forward and kissed Nico with soft lips, trying to cajole understanding out of him. “Baby, we have plenty of time to make love. We’re starting a tough assignment tomorrow but the truth is, I’m really glad it was me who was chosen to go in with you. I need to know you’re safe.”
Nico watched him closely, staring at him quietly for a long time. “I’m capable you know.”
“Yes, I have no doubt about it.”
“You want to know the real reason why I came on to you tonight of all nights? Right before an undercover?”
Mac nodded. “Actually, yeah.”
“Because I’m scared to death.”
Chapter Four
Jarrett rose earlier than Thayne and pulled out of his arms, regretting having to leave the warmth of his husband who was snuggled under the blankets. Spring was just around the corner in southern California, but mornings and late evenings were still too cold to get out of bed without a robe nearby. On top of that, their new house had hardwood floors and tile and they had decided not to buy area rugs until they finished all the work they were doing on the house. The bottom line was, leaving Thayne in bed and walking to the bathroom meant that Jarrett was going to have to brave cold floors and chilly air.
He finished up in the bathroom and grabbed a terry cloth robe off the hook before padding out to the kitchen in his socks to make coffee. He was leaning against the counter watching it drip into the pot when Thayne came in. His black hair was bed-tossed and he looked so adorable, Jarrett pushed off the counter and held out his arms. Thayne smiled and walked into them.
Their kiss was soft and thorough. Neither of them had brushed their teeth yet so the morning breath wasn’t really an issue. Besides, kissing his favorite person
in the world was never a hardship to Jarrett. He’d come so close to losing Thayne more than once so any time he had him held safely in his arms, was fine with him. He was deeply in love with his husband. The coffee pot made a beeping noise and Thayne pulled back, turning to frown at the pot of Starbucks Jarrett had put on for them both. Jarrett loosened his arms and let him step back.
“What time is it?” Thayne asked with a sleep voice.
“I dunno. Five-thirtyish?”
“Okay, well, what’s the plan? We’re supposed to meet the gang at the federal building?”
Jarrett took mugs out of the cupboard and set them down on the granite countertop beside the pot. He began pouring the fragrant coffee into each mug.
“I guess you didn’t listen at the briefing. We have to meet out at the FBI’s office at eight where I guess we’re gonna talk more about you and I goin’ down into the SCIF to watch the fun stuff. Snow and Galvez are in the bus parked close to Stryker-Dunn in downtown running operations, Mac is gonna be gettin’ himself a job, and Nico is going into the company as some guy named Josiah Flynn.”
“Yeah, I understood the assignments,” Thayne scoffed. “I just wasn’t sure where we were meeting,” Thayne said, rolling his eyes. “So what, we have to wait on Mac and Devecchio. You think that will happen today?”
“No. I think Mac has to get hired first and Devecchio is supposed to learn how to walk like an Egyptian,” Jarrett said. He grinned at Thayne.
“What?”
“Sorry, Devecchio is supposed to talk like the email encryption.”
Thayne chuckled. “You’re so weird.”
Jarrett laughed. “At times, I can’t help myself.”
“My God.” Thayne sipped more coffee, shaking his head. “Hey, did you realize the federal building has a SCIF? I mean it does make sense that they would.” A SCIF, also known as a Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility, was a secure room and data center where authorized personnel would gather to receive or trade sensitive electronic data or military information without fear that it could leak. The best example would be the Situation Room at the White House. It enables the president to receive updates, audio, and visual transmissions from another SCIF overseas or elsewhere without fear that the data can be compromised by another country’s spy network.
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