Nothing Special V, page 30
part #5 of Nothing Special Series
“Edwin,” Tech moaned, leaning into his neck and sucking at his throat.
Steele growled, easing Tech down on the bed and covering his body, pressing firmly against him. Steele kissed Tech with all the built up passion he’d kept contained for the last eight hours. Breathing hard and grinding against each other, Steele couldn’t take it another second. He sat up, pulled one of Tech’s legs up on his shoulder, and slid his loafer off his foot. Tech watched him closely while he did the same with the other.
Tech took off his glasses and placed them further up the bed, moving to unbutton his pants, but Steele stopped him. He wanted to do it. He wanted to do it all, wanted Tech to fall apart under him. He finished what Tech had started, pulling his pants off, butterflying his thighs open.
“Oh god. Edwin, do something,” Tech pleaded, his hips thrusting up into the air.
Steele licked his lips, staring at Tech’s hairless balls and his long, leaking cock, bobbing and begging for his attention. Steele bent and swallowed Tech whole, slamming the thick head to the back of his throat. Steele was glad there was music playing downstairs because Tech’s yell of shock and pleasure was loud, as Steele sucked him. He buried his nose in Tech’s groin, staying there until he had to come up for air, while Tech continued to curse and call out his name.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Babe, damn.” Tech twisted on the bed when Steele devoured his balls next. Sucking both into his mouth at the same time. Steele wished he could take his time, but they had to get back downstairs. He let his saliva drip over Tech’s hole, coating it while he kept laving at his balls. It was becoming one of his favorite things to do to him. Tech went wild for it every time.
Steele moved back up and kissed Tech, licking around his mouth the same way he did his cock. Tech’s taste made him crazy, made him insane, made him ache. He rubbed his finger around Tech’s wet hole, eating up the moans that spilled between their joined mouths. Steele looked in Tech’s eyes while he pressed a little harder at his tight bud.
“Yes. Do it,” Tech begged, sucking on his bottom lip.
Steele pressed his mouth against Tech’s ear. “Shawn. Tell me, baby. Tell me what you feel about this,” Steele whispered and pressed two fingers deep inside him, going for his prostate. “Tell me, Shawn. How do I make you feel?”
“Oh god, Edwin. You make me feel so good.” Tech’s back arched, his cock turning a dark red.
Steele rubbed over the spongy gland again and had to clamp his mouth over Tech’s to muffle the shouts of passion. “I make you crazy, don’t I?” Steele’s voice was thick and rough as he ground his own rigid dick against Tech’s thigh. He pulled out his fingers to the tip and thrust them back in. “Say it.”
Tech bucked against him and Steele knew he was getting ready to come, and he swore he wished he could prolong it. Make his lover suffer, make him beg. But he’d do that later tonight, this was just an appetizer.
“Yes, fuck. Ohh, I’m gonna come so hard.” Tech clenched his teeth, his neck muscles straining while his orgasm roared through his body. Steele swiftly moved back down and placed his mouth over the head of Tech’s dick, sucked once, twice, before his mouth was flooded with warm come, coating his tongue as he tried to swallow it all. The sounds Tech made when he came made him suck even harder, made him suck until Tech had to grab his face and pull him off his spent shaft. “Shit,” Tech gasped
Steele licked his lips just in case he’d missed any. He could leave the lingering taste of Tech in his mouth the rest of the evening and be satisfied. Tech’s eyes parted, his smile lazy, his body limp beneath him. Steele noticed Tech’s eyes drop to the bulge in his pants, his look going from sweet and sated to ravenous and starving.
Tech sat up and pushed his hand against Steele’s chest, moving him back. Steele stood up and lost all words when Tech dropped down to his knees in front of him. Steele’s growl was husky as Tech made quick work of his belt and pants, pulling them down around his thighs. He cupped Tech’s chin, tilting his head up to look at him. He looked so sexy down there. On his knees for him, ready to please him. Steele’s heart beat at a crazy rhythm and his breath caught in his throat. He was happier than he’d ever been and it was all because of the man looking up at him with a look that said he was his. And at the moment, he realized why he felt so good all the time. Why he laughed so much and looked forward to working every day. He knew, looking into those baby browns why his life was damn near perfect now. He had the urge to confess something, something real and of the utmost importance. He’d missed his opportunity to say it before. He wasn’t going to miss it again. If he’d learned anything in his lifetime, it’s that tomorrow wasn’t promised.
Steele lightly stroked Tech’s smooth cheek with his other hand, then bent down to kiss him passionately. Pressing his forehead against his, he whispered into Tech’s mouth, “I love you, Shawn.”
Tech sucked in a sharp breath, clutching Steele’s thighs tighter like he needed stability. Tech blinked and stared back at him. His voice hushed and throaty when he asked, “Say that again?”
“You heard me the first time, armastaja.” Steele licked the tip of Tech’s tongue and repeated, “I love you. God, I love you so much.”
Tech made the most delicate, appreciative sound he’d ever heard and rubbed his face all over Steele’s lower body. Tech gripped his waist and kissed over his stomach, down the trail of dark hair that led to his cock. Steele threw his head back with ecstasy when Tech breathed over his shaft, his hot breath simply letting Steele know what was coming. Tech wrapped his hands around him and cupped his ass, pulling him forward. Steele almost lost it when Tech timidly flicked his tongue out, looking up at him as if he was shy and innocent, but Steele knew the fierce man who was his lover. A man who could take on two or three thugs at a time and put them all at his feet. He was underestimated by criminals and Tech enjoyed nothing more than proving himself every time. Tech was physically well trained, masterfully taught by experts. Pair his agility with his brilliance and his Tech was a dangerous disguise on the streets. Steele loved working with him, partnering with him, watching him become a warrior right before his eyes. A beautiful fighter. Impeccable for him. Steele had the best of both worlds in Tech.
Tech took him deep in his mouth, his peach lips spreading wide to fully take him. “Fuck, I love watching you like this. So strong and sexy… on your knees for me.” Steele panted while Tech moved his hot mouth over his cock at a steady pace, bringing Steele to the edge faster than he wanted. “Mmm. This is gonna be over fast, armastaja. You feel too good.”
Tech sucked harder when Steele said that. He hissed and pumped his hips at Tech’s encouragement. He felt those thin fingers caress his ass and inch inside his crease, brushing over his hole. He wasn’t a bottom and Tech was happy with that, too greedy to give up Steele’s dick and trade places, but he liked the way Tech touched him there. His palm still over Tech’s jaw, he rubbed his thumb across Tech’s bottom lip, his finger gliding over the saliva running down his chin. He was gonna blow. Steele gripped the back of Tech’s head and thrust into his mouth, his control slipping as Tech tapped on his hole. “Oh fuck. It’s coming, baby.”
Steele’s knees gave out at the first jet of come exploding from his shaft and down Tech’s throat. He took his hand from Tech’s cheek and bent his upper body over his head, bracing himself on the bed. With each spurt, he pushed Tech’s head into his thick bush, holding him there as the last drops leaked from him. Tech leaned back, his mouth slack while he harshly breathed in and out, trying to fill his lungs back up with oxygen. Steele finally gave up and dropped to his knees in front of Tech, dropping his forehead onto his shoulder. “That was amazing. It’s like I come harder each time.”
“Must’ve been the bow tie this time.” Tech turned and nuzzled Steele’s jaw, his smile pressed against his cheek.
Steele turned and looked at him, his own amusement showing on his face. “I really think it was. I’ve been wanting to see you in a bowtie for a while.”
“I will never understand why my clothes turn you on.” Tech smiled warmly, letting Steele help him up so they could get their clothes back on.
“You don’t have to understand it,” Steele finally said when they were dressed and he was helping Tech back into his suit jacket.
Tech turned in his arms and watched him closely for a long time like he was at a loss for words. When he finally opened his mouth, he said exactly what Steele hoped he would say. “I love you too, Edwin. For a while, actually.” Tech dropped his eyes but Steele tipped his chin back up.
“You have? Why didn’t you tell me?” Steele rubbed down Tech’s arms, his hands smoothing over the soft material of the jacket, and intertwined their fingers.
“I don’t know. Nervous about saying it too soon. Didn’t want to run you off, I guess.” Tech laughed doubtfully.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tech… not without you.”
Tech
He and Steele snuck back downstairs just as everyone was crowding around for God and Day to cut the cake, so they simply slid into the crowd like they’d never been gone. Free sidled up next to him and bumped him with his elbow, looking over at him with a conspiratorial smile.
“And where did you disappear to for…” Free looked at his watch, which was exactly like Tech’s. “… Forty-five minutes?”
“We had some things to discuss. I didn’t miss anything, right?” Tech asked, unconsciously straightening his bowtie.
“No. You’re just in time for that good-looking cake,” Free said, craning his neck to watch God and Day cut the first piece together.
Tech looked around and caught Hart’s eyes looking past the main show and staring at Free. Hart didn’t notice Tech, but he could see something in the SWAT captain’s eyes. Myriad reactions. Confusion, admiration, and something else. Perhaps infatuation. Tech wasn’t sure what was going on with him. He was one of God’s closest friends, so Tech knew he had no problem with gay men, but he was straight and had said so a few times. Tech frowned. So why was he staring at Free? Why was he sticking up for him? Offering him rides home and coming by the department more often than usual to ask if Free was settling in well? Tech chalked it up to Hart being an awesome guy. Like he’d said, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for another, it was just his nature.
Over the past week, Free had fully learned Tech’s system and had made quite a few upgrades, too. He was amazing, just like Tech knew he’d be. When they were out in the field on their first test run, Free was cool and collected. God and Day were happy with him, but most of all, the entire team was impressed with him. Tech wouldn’t’ve entrusted his system to anyone else.
Free was still living with him and Tech loved having a roommate again. He and Free got along just like brothers. It’d been that way since they were in college. It was going to be some time before Free could get his RV here because two of the wheels needed replacing and Free hadn’t had the time to get back to Miami – where his last job was – to get it taken care of. It didn’t much matter because neither of them seemed in a rush to change their living situation.
Everyone clapped when Day wiped a smudge of cake on God’s face, bringing Tech’s attention back to the room. While more pictures were snapped of the happy couple, Tech looked over at Steele standing next to Syn and wondered if they’d get there one day. Sure, it was way too early to think about it too hard, but Steele said he loved him. Said it first. He couldn’t help but hope. Next time he went, he was going to ask Steele to go home with him to meet his father. He’d told his dad about him, so much so that his father was insisting on it.
Tech looked around the room while the servers passed out the cake and more champagne. Watched his family laugh and surround each other with love. They were brothers, all of them. Now he had Free here, too. Life was good.
God and Day
God put the card into the scanner and waited for the light to turn green. He opened the door to their hotel suite and stopped Day before he could walk inside. “Hey. Isn’t someone supposed to be carried over the threshold to the wedding bed?”
Day leaned against the doorjamb, his laughter filtering down the empty hall. “That’s quite traditional, and usually it’s the bride.”
God smiled down at him. “Alright, then. Get your damn arms up and carry me inside.”
Day shook his head at him. “You’re crazy.”
God swooped down and grabbed Day around his waist, lifting him so his legs straddled his hips, and walked them into the room. He let the door close behind them and turned, pressing Day against the door.
“Mmm. I’ve barely had time to kiss you properly today,” God said, holding Day up with his mass.
“So, rectify that now,” Day retorted.
God turned them and moved Day into the large room. The bed was huge and covered with red rose petals in the shape of a heart. He looked down at it, rolling his eyes – Day still clinging to his body. “Vikki is such a sap.”
“You know she had to do at least one thing she wanted.” Day laughed, staring down at the bed.
God laid Day down on top of the fragrant petals and leaned over him, staring into the beautiful eyes he had the rest of his life to gaze upon. His brown and blond hair fell around their faces and Day tucked both sides behind his ears before caressing the long strands around his shoulders.
“Your hair looks so gorgeous today,” Day whispered.
“Blair did it. He went on and on about it’s all in the conditioner, then he used a blow dryer that looked scary as shit, but this was the end result.” God ever so gently brushed their lips together. “Don’t get used to it. No man should spend that kind of time on his hair.”
Day’s eyes glistened as he smiled up at him and God’s smile fell slowly. He was so in love. Christ. “My husband,” he whispered roughly, an edge of wonder to his tone, like life couldn’t be this amazing to him. “You are my husband, Leo.”
Day rubbed his calloused fingers over the course hairs of God’s goatee. “Yes.”
Day wasn’t sure how long they laid there holding each other, the magnitude of the day sinking into their souls. They were one now, but only officially. He and God had been connected for years. From the first day at orientation when they locked eyes across the room. Day had known, even then, that God was a man he wanted around him for a long time, in whatever capacity he could have him. But only in his dreams did he see this.
Day reached up and pulled the already slackened knot of God’s tie and removed it the rest of the way. He kept his eyes on God’s while he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Aren’t you supposed to go and slip into something sexy for me?” God questioned.
Day couldn’t stop the burst of laughter again. “What is going on with you? When did you learn all this traditional stuff?”
God shrugged. “It’s common knowledge.”
Day nodded, a sneaky grin on his face. “Okay. You put on something sexy and so will I.”
God rolled over and let Day get up. Their luggage had been brought to the room earlier that day by one of their guys, so Day grabbed his duffle bag and went in the bathroom, throwing a seductive look over his shoulder at God before he closed the door.
I’ll show him my sexiest outfit, God thought after Day closed the door.
God took off his suit, removed every stitch of clothing and laid across the bed amidst all those fucking flowers. Naked as the day he was he born. His sexiest outfit. He heard water running and Day moving around, taking his sweet time. God wondered if his husband had packed a thong or something. His cock was thickening at the thought. He reached down and tugged on his balls, groaning at the shock that shot through his entire body. He was worked up already. The fact that he was going to make love to Day as his husband for the first time almost had him getting up and bursting through that bathroom door to toss Day over his shoulder. God spread his legs wider, his toes curling the harder he pulled on his sack.
“You starting without me?” Day’s deep voice cut through his heat.
God jerked his head up to see Day dressed in the exact same outfit as him. “That’s the hottest look you got, sweetheart.” God crooked his finger at him. “Come’re.”
Day crawled up God’s body, dragging his tongue over his shaft as he went.
“Fuck,” God hissed.
Day laid down over him, sealing their hard bodies together from toe to mouth. “You’re everything to me, Cash. You’re my husband.”
God held him close while he ran his hands all over Day’s willing body. Manipulated every erogenous zone he had – he knew his spouse’s body better than he knew his own. He stroked Day between his legs and between his ass cheeks, knew his weakness for that double assault. God teased him and licked him until Day released continuous moans into the large suite, calling out his name and his love for him. God rolled them, laid his husband down tenderly, and made love to him in what felt as powerful and real as their first time.
When they were finished, sweaty and covered in red rose petals, God reached over and grabbed a couple Kleenex from the holder on the bedside table, wiping Day’s come off his stomach and chest, too exhausted to stand and get a washrag. It was extremely late or extremely early, however you wanted to look at it, and they needed to sleep. They had a plane to catch to Aruba soon. A much-needed vacation after way too long. Their task force was the most important thing to them besides each other, but they needed a break. They could trust Syn to hold it down until they returned next week. God stretched out on his back – his best friend, his partner… his husband in his arms – and pulled Day’s leg up over the top of his thighs, sleeping in the same position they did every night. Fitting together effortlessly.
