Treb turned his head and pressed his lips against Damian’s. Leaning back just a hair, he said, “You are mine.”
“Yes. And Alex is our friend and teammate,” Damian answered. ‘We take care of our own, Treble.”
“Okay.” Just like that Treb stood up and went over to Jack. After a few words were exchanged, Treb came back over and sat back down in Damian’s lap.
“Jack is going to take care of Alex’s hand. Now what are we going to do?” Treb asked.
Damian knew Treb was now ready for their relationship. “Let’s go to my house. Fred misses you.”
Treb chuckled. He was going to remember that statement and use it sometime himself.
* * * *
It hadn’t taken long to get to Damian’s farmhouse. But for Treb it had taken too long. Treb hadn’t liked the last few days without Damian around. He decided that was going to have to change. Treb parked his truck and followed Damian into the kitchen, through the dining room, and up the wooden staircase. At the top of the staircase Treb continued after Damian down the hall into a huge master bedroom.
Treb stopped just inside the doorway and was delighted to watch as Damian proceeded to take off all his clothes. Then naked, he pulled the blankets and sheets off the bed and crawled onto the mattress and lay down in the middle of the bed.
Many men had tried to seduce Treb with kissing, slow touches, and then slowly stripping him. But Treb had never been more turned on then by Damian’s display of quick and to the point. The man was laying there naked, holding out his hand for Treb to join him.
Treb didn’t hesitate. He was naked and on top of Damian in seconds. Damian’s arms wrapping around him felt like home. In the past Treb would have been spooked and reacted to it, but right now he was too busy kissing Damian. The feel of Damian’s tongue pushing into his mouth, sliding against his own tongue, almost had Treb shooting right then. They rubbed, sucked, and explored until Treb had to break the kiss to take a breath.
Damian ran his hands up and down Treb, exploring him from his shoulders to the curves of his ass. Treb was like a cat, rubbing his cock against Damian’s belly, arching against his hands. Sliding him up just a little, Damian took one brown nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Treb whimpered and grabbed his head, sifting his fingers into his hair. Shifting Treb, he drew the other nipple into his mouth. Rubbing the tip with his tongue until it stood up to the attention, Damian started sucking it in earnest. When he felt both nipples were tender and red enough, Damian again shifted Treb up and drew his weeping prick into his mouth.
Treb thought he was going out of his mind. Damian’s hands and mouth were playing him like a violin. He couldn’t stop from pushing his cock deeper into that tight warmth. Then Damian swallowed around the tip and Treb lost it. Howling, his cum was pulled from his body, erupting into that sweet nasty mouth.
Damian took every drop of Treb’s release. He could become addicted to the salty, slightly bitter, taste. Flipping the boneless man onto his back, he pulled the slick and a strip of condoms out of the nightstand drawer. With efficient movements, he had his dick gloved up and a handful of lube. Bending one of Treb’s knees up toward his chest, he reached under and found that sweet rosebud he was looking for. Pressing one finger past the resistant muscle, Damian leaned forward and captured Treb’s mouth in a dominating kiss. Slowly he brought that finger out and pressed it back in all the way to his last knuckle. He did this several times until Treb was loose enough to slip another finger in. All the while his tongue was invading Treb’s mouth, exploring, finding all his hidden secrets.
Treb was a moaner and liked to purr in pleasure. He couldn’t help it. Not many men could bring the sounds out of him, but Damian did. It just felt so good. Between those fingers stretching and scissoring his ass open and that mouth dominating him completely, Treb was practically howling. As Damian added a third finger, he brought both legs up and hooked them over the man’s shoulders. He was glad he was flexible enough for this position. Through the stretch of pleasure pain he started riding those fingers as he sucked on the tongue in his mouth.
Then Treb howled in protest when those fingers pulled out and were gone. He had just tensed his body to flip the man over when he felt the blunt head of Damian’s condom covered cock pressing against his opening. Pushing down he let that bad boy in.
Damian didn’t stop until he was balls deep in that tight hole. When he couldn’t go any deeper, he stopped moving and enjoyed the feel of being surrounded by the tight silkiness of Treble.
“If you don’t move pretty soon, I’m going to have to hurt you,” Treb whined.
“No you won’t,” Damian assured him. Bracing himself with one hand, he used his other hand to grab the end of Treb’s braid and pull the tie out. Carding his fingers through the silky strands, he loosened the braid until that beautiful hair lay flowing off to the side on the pillows. “I love your hair.”
“You’re still not moving,” Treb complained. Using his knees for leverage, he started impaling himself on Damian’s cock. He only got a few good mind-numbing slides in before Damian grabbed his legs and pulled them off his shoulders and locked them around his waist. Just about to complain again, he decided instead to hang on for the ride when Damian slid his hands under his ass cheeks and lifted his hips up and powered into his hole with forceful thrusts. Between the friction and him pegging his gland with every thrust, Treb was practically singing.
Keeping a hold of one luscious ass cheek, Damian reached up with his other hand and grabbed Treb’s hair at the base. With Treb completely held in his firm grip, he continued to deeply thrust into that tight channel. Through clenched teeth he commanded, “Look at me.”
Deep, dark passion-filled eyes met his. “No misunderstandings. No shit, Treble. You are mine.” Tugging Treb’s hair he said, “Answer me.”
“Fine, I’m yours.” Treb lifted his chin defiantly. “But if you try and throw me back, I’ll slit your throat.”
“Not a chance.” And with that answer, Damian sped up his thrusts until Treb had to lift his arms and brace himself to keep from hitting the headboard. And still Damian didn’t stop. He knew he had to get the point across to Treb. But who was he kidding? It felt so fuckin’ good he wanted to go all night.
Unfortunately that was not to be. His hellion was starting to whimper and beg for release.
“Come, Treble,” he ordered.
That was all it took. With a long drawn out howl, Treb came. Spurts of cum coated Treb’s abs and some even hit him on the chin. If Damian hadn’t known the man was in ecstasy, he would have thought he was killing him. Tightening his fingers so he couldn’t move, Damian thrust once then twice more and filled the condom full.
Collapsing on top of Treb, he knew he couldn’t stay long, but the dominating force within him wanted to make sure the smaller man understood he had staked his claim. The answer came when lips reached up to him, giving him a tender kiss. When it ended, Damian slid to the side and slowly pulled out.
Reluctantly he stood up and went to the en suite to clean up and get a warm rag for Treb. Turning back to the bedroom, he made it just inside the door when the sight before him made him pause.
His lover lay on his back with his feet flat on the bed, knees bent. His legs were apart enough that he could see that beautiful loosened hole winking at him. Damian watched as a drop of pre-cum dripped from the tip of an again hard, slender cock to join the small pool that had formed on Treb’s tight belly.
Damian’s eyes feasted on all the smooth creamy tan skin presented to him. Not an ounce of fat could be found, just lean muscles that could do so much damage with precise accuracy. The two reddened, small brown disks on Treb’s chest were going to be one of Damian’s favorite playgrounds. He had discovered how sensitive they were and would play there often. When his eyes traveled up that silky black hair, they clashed with the intense dark stare gazing back at him. Damian was delighted to see lust, pleading, and a healthy dose of possessiveness in Treb’s eyes.
> Damian was across the room in seconds and kneeling on the bed. Reaching for the strip of condoms, he ripped one open and slid it on.
“We need to get tested,” Treb said.
Damian smiled, knowing the way his lover thought. To Treb, Damian had made him his and since Treb hadn’t maimed or killed him, Damian knew Treb had now accepted their relationship. To Treb’s way of thinking, that meant they were committed.
“As soon as we can get to the clinic,” Damian answered.
Guiding his cock forward, Damian slid home. Between the lubrication on the condom and what was still left from their previous lovemaking, the slide was smooth and easy. Bringing Treb’s arms up above his head and lacing their fingers together, Damian looked deep into his eyes. No words were said. His every thrust was met by Treb’s own answering push. Muscles squeezed tight, trying to hold him in every time he pulled out. They continued until their breathing was heavy and sweat coated their bodies. Damian felt the tingle start up his spine and knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
“Damian,” Treb pleaded, his eyes locked onto his, needing that extra something.
“Come, Treble.” And just like that Treb’s orgasm had his hole clamped in a strangle hold around Damian’s dick and their hands gripped tightly together. Damian was helpless to stop his erratic jerking thrusts as his own orgasm took over, filling the condom to the brim.
After catching his breath, he threw the condom into the trash by the bed and grabbed the still wet rag off the floor and did a quick clean up. With shaky hands he gave Treb a few swipes with the rag and collapsed, pulling Treb close.
Closing his eyes, he decided details could wait until after a nap.
* * * *
A few evenings later the team met at the local hotel for dinner and to listen to a new band try out their stuff. When he and Damian had arrived, nobody seemed surprised that they sat together or that Damian had his arm resting on the back of his chair, just as the boss and Jack had theirs on Bret’s and Pip’s.
During dinner the conversation, as usual, centered on the business of the Rescue Company. There was a small discussion on the pros and cons of a new wireless mike Tony had ordered. Treb was just going to ask Bret about a permit he needed to have renewed, when something caught the light by Pip’s ear.
“Hey Pip, what’s that in your ear?” he asked.
Pip pushed his blond hair aside and showed everyone a shiny gold hoop earring with a sparkly diamond chip set in it. Giving Jack an irritated look he said, “Someone got all growly when I was trying to help this poor lady at a CPR class the other day.”
“Now sweets, I apologized to her. But she did have her hands all over you.” Jack tried to give Pip a hug, but he was having none of that.
“She didn’t have her hands all over me, I gave her a hug because she was completely humiliated when she broke poor Millie and had started crying.”
“Wait,” Alex interrupted. “Who’s Millie?”
“The county hospital’s CPR manikin,” Pip answered. “She was so old and should have been replaced long ago. One of the students was preforming CPR on her and she just broke in half. It was terrible.”
“What was terrible was how that student was pushing that manikin’s chest so hard it looked like she trying to pile drive it down to China,” Jack said.
“So she was enthusiastic,” Pip defended.
“Enthusiastic? Sweets, her knees weren’t even touching the ground anymore. She was sort of propelling herself on that thing.”
By this time everyone was laughing.
“Well, at least she was trying.”
“Why do you call the manikin Millie?” Tony asked.
“Her head and neck were kind of broken and someone had put duct tape on it and it looked like long hair. Then there must have been a crack or something where you preform chest compressions, because someone put a piece of tape over that. On the tape they wrote, ‘Millie,’” Pip explained.
“So what happened to Millie?” Bret asked
“Pip made me wrap her in a blanket and then we boxed her up and sent her back to the company,” Jack answered.
“Ah, that explains the UPS invoice, order and donation purchase Rescue for Hire made to the hospital,” Tony said.
“Jack, you replaced Millie?” Pip’s eyes were shining with love.
Jack blushed and beamed under his partner’s adoration. “Cade and I discussed it and decided that due to the economy the company would purchase a new Millie for the hospital.”
Treb watched as Pip melted into Jack’s arms and their lips met, the two becoming oblivious to the rest of the world. It seemed to Treb, Jack having to buy Pip an earring because he was upset was a lot of drama about nothing. Treb was glad he and Damian didn’t have those kinds of silly problems and proceeded to finish his meal.
Now that dinner was over and everyone was relaxing with a drink, Treb watched as Bret and Pip started yakking about something, their hands waving around, emphasizing something or another. He heard Bret say the name Drake and realized they were talking about the grannies. Mrs. Martien, Mrs. Drake, and Ms. Emma had saved all of their asses multiple times since the day they had taken over the care of Jack’s twin babies. Treb would never admit he might have a soft spot for them and checked on them regularly at their homes to see if he needed to fix or lift anything. Especially Ms. Emma, who always handed him a bag of freshly made peanut butter cookies.
Glancing around at the rest of the table, Treb saw that the sheriff had come over and grabbed a chair, discussing something with the boss and Jack. Damian was talking about some kind of new airplane he was interested in with Alex. Treb had heard enough about that plane over the last few days that he could tune that conversation out.
Tony was on his cell quietly talking into it with a sad look on his face. That told Treb that he was in a conversation with Pip’s brother. Treb couldn’t quite figure out how two halfway intelligent adults would think a relationship could work out between a famous sports star in the prime of his career and a super-hot, buff Italian man with accounting skills out of this world. Add that the super-hot buff Italian also risked his life regularly saving people in dire need with his fellow teammates and it made the whole thing impossible. Even Treb could see that Tony was now a dirty little secret and it pissed him off enough that he just might have to pay the baseball player a little visit and have a hands-on discussion with him.
Unfortunately, Treb thought, he might have to be nice, sort of. Damian didn’t seem to always share Treb’s point of view on how to handle problem people. And Treb didn’t like it when Damian was irritated with him. Although, sometimes it couldn’t be helped.
Not that he was an expert on relationships or anything, but nobody hurt his family. That stopped Treb in mid thought. His eyes slid over to Damian as he realized he did do relationships now. And the way things had been going over the last few days, he did them pretty well, even if he said so himself. He couldn’t help a small smile at that thought.
A movement in the far corner of the room caught his eye. There was that prick that he had had to put in his place when he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Treb watched as the guy huddled together with two other guys while staring daggers in Treb’s direction. Treb wondered how pissed Damian was going to be with him for getting into another fight, because the writing was on the wall. There was going to be another altercation with the prick real soon if all the signs Treb was reading were right.
“Hey, Treb,” a voice interrupted his thoughts.
“You need something, Sheriff?” Treb looked over to where the boss, Jack, and the sheriff were all looking at him.
“I wouldn’t want to have to take you in for disorderly conduct, assault, or anything else along those lines tonight. I’m off duty and would just like to relax a bit.”
Treb couldn’t stop the small smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth. “Now why would you think I would be involved in anything like that tonight, Sheriff?”
“Well,
I can see those three in the corner are up to no good and I know one of them has been spouting off lately how he was going to show you a little payback on an incident in the parking lot a few weeks back.” The sheriff continued. “You want to explain what he was he was referring to?”
“Nope.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Treb could see that the three in the corner had finally realized that the person he was talking to was the sheriff. The prick’s right hand casually moved to the side and Treb watched as he handed what looked like a metal bar to one of his buddies. Then the three of them walked out the door. Treb knew an incident may have been averted tonight but was in no way finished.
Bringing his attention back to Damian he saw Tony was off his cell and was just answering Alex’s question. “Yeah, he’s busy wrapping up everything and then he should be here in a month or two. Talk about being under pressure. I don’t know how he can stand it.”
“Who’s under pressure and coming in a month?” Jack asked.
Treb hoped Tony wasn’t talking about the baseball player. He had just dodged an assault charge minutes ago, no need to test his luck so soon after the sheriff’s last warning.
“My cousin Leo,” Tony answered.
“Isn’t he the famous chef in Chicago?” Bret joined in the conversation.
“Yeah, he’s been burning the candle at both ends for the last couple of years and the doctors have told him if he doesn’t change some things he could be heading for a heart attack or stroke at only thirty-eight.”
Treb had heard a lot about the famous Leo DeLuca. He was a larger-than-life asshole, but there was no denying from the picture on one of the cookbooks he wrote that he was a very good-looking man. Tony had explained that his father and Tony’s mom were brother and sister. Apparently, Leo’s father married a Greek woman, making Leo half-Italian and half-Greek.
But from the concerns Tony had expressed about said asshole’s behavior, Treb didn’t have much use for the guy. Being gorgeous, well built, very rich, in demand, and a lover of men and women in any combinations he could ask for, made a man who was spoiled, demanding, and in Treb’s opinion, an ass.
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