Honeytrap - Chapter 3
Honeytrap - Chapter 3 of ?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: I hope it’s not too confusing jumping back and forth between Adam and Timothy. They are the same person; just remember where Reggie is concerned, it’s ‘Timothy’, otherwise it’s ‘Adam’.
Masterlist - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/93228.html
CHAPTER 3: ENTER TIMMY
The screen flickered in the dim room. This was the 42nd day they’d sat here like voyeurs watching the day to day life of Timothy Fairchild. It felt creepy, at least to Kris, watching like Big Brother.
Matt was stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth and Kris was dining on his fingernails. The black and white image of the bedroom was empty but soft singing could be heard. When the house had first been wired, there had been a problem with the two-way audio, leaving the team to communicate with their phones and Adam’s ear piercing. A week after Timothy had met Reggie, the problem got sorted out. They could talk to each other like they were in the same room.
Adam’s figure appeared in the bedroom camera. He’d been in the bathroom (still camera and audio free) getting ready for his date with Reggie. His hair and make-up were perfect and he’d poured himself into his leather pants. Padding around barefooted, he looked for his boots.
“They’re under the bedside table,” Matt offered through his mic.
“Thanks.” Adam walked around the bed and sat on it to slip into his boots. Getting up, he looked at himself in the wall mirror, turning this way and that to check out his reflection.
“Do the pants look tight enough? I want Reggie checking out my ass more than the concert.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Matt replied around a pepperoni, “from the reports we’ve gotten on your dates, he’s always checking you out.”
“Good.” Adam looked at his watch. “He should be here in five minutes. One thing you can say about the guy, he’s always on time.”
With that, he went into the closet and took out his shirt. Slipping it on, he did up the few buttons and started accessorizing.
“You’re having way too much fun with this,” Matt commented.
“Can’t a guy take pride in the way he looks?”
“Sure … I guess … I mean, well … never mind.”
“Don’t worry Matt, when this assignment is over, I’ll return to the drab, scruffy, boring dude you’ve come to know and love.”
“I’d appreciate that but in the meantime, you’re becoming highly entertaining.”
“Thanks.” With one final look in the mirror, Adam headed into the living room and peered out the window to see if Reggie had arrived. “Hey, Kris … are you still there?”
“What? … Oh, sorry … yeah, just thinking.”
Adam laughed and it was music to his friend’s ears.
“Well don’t think too hard,” he teased, “don’t want you hurting yourself.”
Kris laughed back but he had to force it out. Since contact had been made, Adam - sorry, Timothy - and Reggie had been out twelve times. For most of them, Kris had stayed in their secret lair, listening in. For three of them, he situated himself somewhere in the area for visual and audio surveillance. Every time Adam smiled or laughed, Kris felt a tingling in his toes. When Reggie smiled back or touched Timothy’s hand, a band tightened in Kris’ chest. These feelings were new and during the long nights when nothing happened, Kris contemplated what it all meant. He came to the conclusion that he was jealous … jealous that he didn’t get to spend time with his best friend anymore.
He missed their friendship big time. He missed going out for drinks with their colleagues after a long day … he missed hanging out together when they had joint days off … he missed bringing Adam green tea with honey and seeing his face light up … he missed just being able to call him up any time to talk. As Timothy, Kris had to keep his distance, although they could talk like they have but it’s not the same using an intercom system. At least ten times a day, Kris had a thought he wanted to share but had to keep it to himself.
Matt was his friend too but it wasn’t the same … nothing had been the same.
“Okay boys, we’re a go … Reggie just pulled up outside.”
Adam’s voice snapped Kris out of it and he looked at the screen generated by the outdoor camera. Reggie O’Dowd’s SUV had stopped in front.
“Be careful,” Kris called out.
Adam looked up directly at the camera and grinned, “Just for you.”
The lights went off, the door locked and another date began.
~ xXx ~
Reggie looked at his watch and tapped his foot. He told Timothy what time he’d be picking him up … probably primping. Being late was annoying but he had to admit, the boy’s results were worth it.
Lowering the tinted window, he spotted the other man walking down his driveway and towards the SUV. Opening the door, Reggie froze and stared.
Timothy froze too, looking at Reggie and then down at himself.
“You don’t like it … it’s too much ….”
“No, it’s ….”
“… I can change … give me five minutes.”
The young man turned to dash off.
“Don’t change a thing.”
Concern quickly changed to happiness. Timothy climbed into the backseat and they were off. Almost immediately, he started babbling on how he couldn’t believe they were going to see U2 in concert and that they had VIP tickets and he was going to meet Bono and The Edge and how amazing their music was, etc, etc, etc.
Reggie watched and listened with amusement. There was a duality in this one that made him stand out amongst all the boys he’d dated. Timothy was intellectual, charming, and sophisticated - Timmy was funny, excitable and sexy as hell. As Timmy went on and on, Reggie’s eyes surveyed the hot sight beside him. As usual, the boy’s face was stunning, making Reggie want to lick that gloss off and nibble those lips until they were plump and rosy. The shirt he’d decided on was black and sheer. There were only three buttons, leaving an expanse of tanned, glowing skin, punctuated on either side with two pert nipples brushing against the fabric. Once Reggie was done with the lips, he wanted to latch onto those. What was really killing him were those damn pants. Reggie couldn’t keep his eyes off Timmy’s crotch, his fingers itching to see how long it would take to undo those laces to reach the prize beneath.
“Staring?”
Reggie’s eyes snapped upward, focusing on the smirk he saw.
“That’s an interesting necklace.”
“Necklace, huh?”
“Is that Egyptian?”
Timothy took hold of the pendant, resting it in his palm.
“It’s called the Eye of Horus. It’s a sign of protection.”
Reggie stiffened a little, asking tightly, “And who do you need protecting from?”
Timothy let the pendant drop heavy against his chest and laughed, “Myself? … I didn’t get it for protection, I just liked how it looked.”
The mood in the backseat lightened again and the conversation returned back to the concert.
When they arrived at the venue, the parking lot was nearly full. After getting dropped off at the entrance, the momentum staled as the men became two of thousands making their way through the lobby. Reggie noticed other concert goers watching Timothy to the point of distraction.
He’d never considered himself the jealous type but somehow this boy brought that out in him. Reggie wasn’t one for PDA’s but he couldn’t help reaching out to brush his fingers against the others or to rest a hot hand on the boy’s thigh when they went out. As for kissing, the furthest they’d gone was a peck goodnight on the cheek. Justifying what he was about to do as just making sure Timothy and he didn’t get separated, Reggie slipped an arm around the boy’s back, his hand settling on the waistband of the leather pants. In turn, Timothy leaned into his side, bringing his own arm around the older man’s waist. When he felt fingers slipping into his back pocket, Reggie wanted to do likewise but there was no pocket so in a daring moment, he slipped his fingers under the waistband as best he could.
The concert was insane, as it always was any time Reggie was able to catch a U2 show. Saying that, he found it hard to concentrate on the music and that was all Timmy’s fault. Fist pumping, body rolls, singing along … Reggie couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to grab those hips, direct the undulating ass against his hard on. Rivulets of sweat trickled down the exposed neck, begging to be licked off. By the time the concert ended, Reggie was wrecked.
On the ride back to Timothy’s house, the two men sat in relative silence, both exhausted from the concert. Timothy leaned into Reggie’s side and Reggie draped an arm over the boy’s shoulder. The enclosed back seat area was perfumed with a mix of cologne, sweat, heat, and sexual tension. Turning his head, Reggie nuzzled his nose into the blond hair, inhaling deeply. As he did this, the hand hovering over the bare chest slipped under the sheer fabric and played with a nipple. Timothy hummed and pressed closer. Reggie flicked, tweaked, and tugged on the bud. Timothy turned his head, eye lids heavy and mouth torturously slack. Moving his head closer, Timmy started nibbling on the strong jaw, his hot tongue flicking the contours. Reggie had held out as long as he could but he finally gave in and surrendered.
Reluctantly letting the nipple go, Reggie placed his large hand against Timmy’s face, drawing their lips together like magnets. Their first true kiss began slowly then Timmy pushed his tongue between Reggie’s lip and everything got dirty. As if they hadn’t touched food in months, they devoured each other. Not breaking contact, Timmy maneuvered his body so he could climb up and straddle the older man’s lap. Bracing his hands upon Reggie’s shoulder, Timmy put all his body weight into that kiss, pushing his tongue deeper. His head flying in orbit, Reggie needed more, grabbing Timmy’s ass and rubbing their cocks against each other, the lacing on those leather pants pure heavenly torture.
Reggie needed more and tried to lift the younger man’s body so he could reach the still pert nipple. Timmy’s head was against the roof of the SUV and when the wheels hit a bump, he let out a cry of pain instead of one of pleasure. Timmy tried adjusting his head as Reggie refused to stop suckling.
Another bump … another ‘ow’.
“Timmy,” Reggie uttered after reluctantly letting go.
“Hmmphff,” was the reply as he kept dry humping.
“Timmy … stop ….”
“Noooooo ….”
Another bump … a louder ‘ow’.
With considerable effort, Reggie got his hands between their chests and tried to push him off. Timmy refused, painted fingernails digging in.
“TIMMY … GET OFF!!!!”
Before the boy could react, the brakes squealed the SUV to a stop with so much force that they were torn apart. Reggie managed to use one muscular arm to brace himself and remain seated but poor Timmy went flying off, hitting the opposite passenger door and landing on the floor between the front and back seats. Both passenger doors opened and men stood there, guns out and cocked. Reggie looked down at Timmy whose face was the proverbial deer in the headlights.
“Everything’s fine … keep going,” Reggie calmly ordered as if it were no big deal.
When the doors shut, he offered a hand to the boy on the floor and hauled him back onto the seat. Timmy started rubbing his right shoulder.
“Are you hurt?”
“’Are you hurt?’! Is that all you have to say?!” Timmy asked, his pitch and tone rising with each word. “What the fuck was that?!!!”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he replied casually.
“Don’t worry about it?!!! How am I supposed to react to having guns pointed in my face?” Timmy rubbed his shoulder some more as he got himself settled at the far side of the seat. “If you didn’t want me, you just had to ask,” he added, slightly calmer.
“God Timmy, you don’t know how much I want you but this isn’t right. I’m not going to let you break your neck just to get me off.”
Timmy stayed silent, taking in what was said. Reggie kept silent too, letting the boy make the first move.
“My place,” Timothy finally said.
“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“No … I mean come to my place one day … let me cook dinner and then we can enjoy … dessert.”
Reggie didn’t go to his boy toys’ homes, he liked controlling everything about the situation, even if they fucked in a hotel instead of his private home. They could easily go to a hotel but there was something different, something whispering he had to take a chance. His people had already checked out Timothy Fairchild’s background and he was everything he said he was … there were no red flags … he was safe.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Timothy’s face lit up again. Staying where he was on his side of the seat, Timothy bent down and started playing with the zipper on Reggie’s jeans.
“Can I at least give you an appetizer?” he softly asked.
Reggie wanted to say no but who could refuse an offer like that. Words failed him so he just nodded. Deftly, Timothy undid the zipper, slipped his hot hand into the brief’s and released the older man’s cock, already hardening and glistening at the tip. Timmy took the base in his hand, licked the head like an ice cream cone and went down ….
~ xXx ~
Timothy stood on the sidewalk and waved as Reggie’s SUV pulled away. The minute it was out of sight, Timothy said goodnight and Adam re-emerged. The smile faded away into something sour as Adam jogged up to his front door, dying for alcohol to kill the taste in his mouth.
It came as no surprise to him when he found Kris sitting in his living room the moment he opened the door.
“What if I’d brought Reggie home with me?” he asked casually, dropping his house keys on the table by the door and heading for the mini bar.
“I would have hid under the sink. Matt gave me the all clear.” Kris’ hands were clutching the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles glowed white in the dim light. “What the hell were you thing?”
“When?” Adam asked after chugging a glass.
“Yelling at him about the guns … he could have kicked you out.”
Adam plunked down beside him.
“Don’t you think it would have been more suspicious to act as if it was no big deal? Anyone in his right mind would flip out having a gun shoved in his face.”
“You’re right.”
“I know.”
Adam got up and stretched, wincing a little as he rotated his shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just needs some heat. Look, I’m gonna jump in the shower and get this grit off my skin. You mind hanging around? I’d really appreciate it if you could massage some muscle rub into my shoulder.”
“No problem. I’ll put the kettle on and make you a green tea.”
“What would I do without you,” Adam declared as he disappeared into his bedroom.
I hope you never find out, Kris replied to himself.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: I hope it’s not too confusing jumping back and forth between Adam and Timothy. They are the same person; just remember where Reggie is concerned, it’s ‘Timothy’, otherwise it’s ‘Adam’.
Masterlist - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/93228.html
CHAPTER 3: ENTER TIMMY
The screen flickered in the dim room. This was the 42nd day they’d sat here like voyeurs watching the day to day life of Timothy Fairchild. It felt creepy, at least to Kris, watching like Big Brother.
Matt was stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth and Kris was dining on his fingernails. The black and white image of the bedroom was empty but soft singing could be heard. When the house had first been wired, there had been a problem with the two-way audio, leaving the team to communicate with their phones and Adam’s ear piercing. A week after Timothy had met Reggie, the problem got sorted out. They could talk to each other like they were in the same room.
Adam’s figure appeared in the bedroom camera. He’d been in the bathroom (still camera and audio free) getting ready for his date with Reggie. His hair and make-up were perfect and he’d poured himself into his leather pants. Padding around barefooted, he looked for his boots.
“They’re under the bedside table,” Matt offered through his mic.
“Thanks.” Adam walked around the bed and sat on it to slip into his boots. Getting up, he looked at himself in the wall mirror, turning this way and that to check out his reflection.
“Do the pants look tight enough? I want Reggie checking out my ass more than the concert.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Matt replied around a pepperoni, “from the reports we’ve gotten on your dates, he’s always checking you out.”
“Good.” Adam looked at his watch. “He should be here in five minutes. One thing you can say about the guy, he’s always on time.”
With that, he went into the closet and took out his shirt. Slipping it on, he did up the few buttons and started accessorizing.
“You’re having way too much fun with this,” Matt commented.
“Can’t a guy take pride in the way he looks?”
“Sure … I guess … I mean, well … never mind.”
“Don’t worry Matt, when this assignment is over, I’ll return to the drab, scruffy, boring dude you’ve come to know and love.”
“I’d appreciate that but in the meantime, you’re becoming highly entertaining.”
“Thanks.” With one final look in the mirror, Adam headed into the living room and peered out the window to see if Reggie had arrived. “Hey, Kris … are you still there?”
“What? … Oh, sorry … yeah, just thinking.”
Adam laughed and it was music to his friend’s ears.
“Well don’t think too hard,” he teased, “don’t want you hurting yourself.”
Kris laughed back but he had to force it out. Since contact had been made, Adam - sorry, Timothy - and Reggie had been out twelve times. For most of them, Kris had stayed in their secret lair, listening in. For three of them, he situated himself somewhere in the area for visual and audio surveillance. Every time Adam smiled or laughed, Kris felt a tingling in his toes. When Reggie smiled back or touched Timothy’s hand, a band tightened in Kris’ chest. These feelings were new and during the long nights when nothing happened, Kris contemplated what it all meant. He came to the conclusion that he was jealous … jealous that he didn’t get to spend time with his best friend anymore.
He missed their friendship big time. He missed going out for drinks with their colleagues after a long day … he missed hanging out together when they had joint days off … he missed bringing Adam green tea with honey and seeing his face light up … he missed just being able to call him up any time to talk. As Timothy, Kris had to keep his distance, although they could talk like they have but it’s not the same using an intercom system. At least ten times a day, Kris had a thought he wanted to share but had to keep it to himself.
Matt was his friend too but it wasn’t the same … nothing had been the same.
“Okay boys, we’re a go … Reggie just pulled up outside.”
Adam’s voice snapped Kris out of it and he looked at the screen generated by the outdoor camera. Reggie O’Dowd’s SUV had stopped in front.
“Be careful,” Kris called out.
Adam looked up directly at the camera and grinned, “Just for you.”
The lights went off, the door locked and another date began.
~ xXx ~
Reggie looked at his watch and tapped his foot. He told Timothy what time he’d be picking him up … probably primping. Being late was annoying but he had to admit, the boy’s results were worth it.
Lowering the tinted window, he spotted the other man walking down his driveway and towards the SUV. Opening the door, Reggie froze and stared.
Timothy froze too, looking at Reggie and then down at himself.
“You don’t like it … it’s too much ….”
“No, it’s ….”
“… I can change … give me five minutes.”
The young man turned to dash off.
“Don’t change a thing.”
Concern quickly changed to happiness. Timothy climbed into the backseat and they were off. Almost immediately, he started babbling on how he couldn’t believe they were going to see U2 in concert and that they had VIP tickets and he was going to meet Bono and The Edge and how amazing their music was, etc, etc, etc.
Reggie watched and listened with amusement. There was a duality in this one that made him stand out amongst all the boys he’d dated. Timothy was intellectual, charming, and sophisticated - Timmy was funny, excitable and sexy as hell. As Timmy went on and on, Reggie’s eyes surveyed the hot sight beside him. As usual, the boy’s face was stunning, making Reggie want to lick that gloss off and nibble those lips until they were plump and rosy. The shirt he’d decided on was black and sheer. There were only three buttons, leaving an expanse of tanned, glowing skin, punctuated on either side with two pert nipples brushing against the fabric. Once Reggie was done with the lips, he wanted to latch onto those. What was really killing him were those damn pants. Reggie couldn’t keep his eyes off Timmy’s crotch, his fingers itching to see how long it would take to undo those laces to reach the prize beneath.
“Staring?”
Reggie’s eyes snapped upward, focusing on the smirk he saw.
“That’s an interesting necklace.”
“Necklace, huh?”
“Is that Egyptian?”
Timothy took hold of the pendant, resting it in his palm.
“It’s called the Eye of Horus. It’s a sign of protection.”
Reggie stiffened a little, asking tightly, “And who do you need protecting from?”
Timothy let the pendant drop heavy against his chest and laughed, “Myself? … I didn’t get it for protection, I just liked how it looked.”
The mood in the backseat lightened again and the conversation returned back to the concert.
When they arrived at the venue, the parking lot was nearly full. After getting dropped off at the entrance, the momentum staled as the men became two of thousands making their way through the lobby. Reggie noticed other concert goers watching Timothy to the point of distraction.
He’d never considered himself the jealous type but somehow this boy brought that out in him. Reggie wasn’t one for PDA’s but he couldn’t help reaching out to brush his fingers against the others or to rest a hot hand on the boy’s thigh when they went out. As for kissing, the furthest they’d gone was a peck goodnight on the cheek. Justifying what he was about to do as just making sure Timothy and he didn’t get separated, Reggie slipped an arm around the boy’s back, his hand settling on the waistband of the leather pants. In turn, Timothy leaned into his side, bringing his own arm around the older man’s waist. When he felt fingers slipping into his back pocket, Reggie wanted to do likewise but there was no pocket so in a daring moment, he slipped his fingers under the waistband as best he could.
The concert was insane, as it always was any time Reggie was able to catch a U2 show. Saying that, he found it hard to concentrate on the music and that was all Timmy’s fault. Fist pumping, body rolls, singing along … Reggie couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to grab those hips, direct the undulating ass against his hard on. Rivulets of sweat trickled down the exposed neck, begging to be licked off. By the time the concert ended, Reggie was wrecked.
On the ride back to Timothy’s house, the two men sat in relative silence, both exhausted from the concert. Timothy leaned into Reggie’s side and Reggie draped an arm over the boy’s shoulder. The enclosed back seat area was perfumed with a mix of cologne, sweat, heat, and sexual tension. Turning his head, Reggie nuzzled his nose into the blond hair, inhaling deeply. As he did this, the hand hovering over the bare chest slipped under the sheer fabric and played with a nipple. Timothy hummed and pressed closer. Reggie flicked, tweaked, and tugged on the bud. Timothy turned his head, eye lids heavy and mouth torturously slack. Moving his head closer, Timmy started nibbling on the strong jaw, his hot tongue flicking the contours. Reggie had held out as long as he could but he finally gave in and surrendered.
Reluctantly letting the nipple go, Reggie placed his large hand against Timmy’s face, drawing their lips together like magnets. Their first true kiss began slowly then Timmy pushed his tongue between Reggie’s lip and everything got dirty. As if they hadn’t touched food in months, they devoured each other. Not breaking contact, Timmy maneuvered his body so he could climb up and straddle the older man’s lap. Bracing his hands upon Reggie’s shoulder, Timmy put all his body weight into that kiss, pushing his tongue deeper. His head flying in orbit, Reggie needed more, grabbing Timmy’s ass and rubbing their cocks against each other, the lacing on those leather pants pure heavenly torture.
Reggie needed more and tried to lift the younger man’s body so he could reach the still pert nipple. Timmy’s head was against the roof of the SUV and when the wheels hit a bump, he let out a cry of pain instead of one of pleasure. Timmy tried adjusting his head as Reggie refused to stop suckling.
Another bump … another ‘ow’.
“Timmy,” Reggie uttered after reluctantly letting go.
“Hmmphff,” was the reply as he kept dry humping.
“Timmy … stop ….”
“Noooooo ….”
Another bump … a louder ‘ow’.
With considerable effort, Reggie got his hands between their chests and tried to push him off. Timmy refused, painted fingernails digging in.
“TIMMY … GET OFF!!!!”
Before the boy could react, the brakes squealed the SUV to a stop with so much force that they were torn apart. Reggie managed to use one muscular arm to brace himself and remain seated but poor Timmy went flying off, hitting the opposite passenger door and landing on the floor between the front and back seats. Both passenger doors opened and men stood there, guns out and cocked. Reggie looked down at Timmy whose face was the proverbial deer in the headlights.
“Everything’s fine … keep going,” Reggie calmly ordered as if it were no big deal.
When the doors shut, he offered a hand to the boy on the floor and hauled him back onto the seat. Timmy started rubbing his right shoulder.
“Are you hurt?”
“’Are you hurt?’! Is that all you have to say?!” Timmy asked, his pitch and tone rising with each word. “What the fuck was that?!!!”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he replied casually.
“Don’t worry about it?!!! How am I supposed to react to having guns pointed in my face?” Timmy rubbed his shoulder some more as he got himself settled at the far side of the seat. “If you didn’t want me, you just had to ask,” he added, slightly calmer.
“God Timmy, you don’t know how much I want you but this isn’t right. I’m not going to let you break your neck just to get me off.”
Timmy stayed silent, taking in what was said. Reggie kept silent too, letting the boy make the first move.
“My place,” Timothy finally said.
“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“No … I mean come to my place one day … let me cook dinner and then we can enjoy … dessert.”
Reggie didn’t go to his boy toys’ homes, he liked controlling everything about the situation, even if they fucked in a hotel instead of his private home. They could easily go to a hotel but there was something different, something whispering he had to take a chance. His people had already checked out Timothy Fairchild’s background and he was everything he said he was … there were no red flags … he was safe.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Timothy’s face lit up again. Staying where he was on his side of the seat, Timothy bent down and started playing with the zipper on Reggie’s jeans.
“Can I at least give you an appetizer?” he softly asked.
Reggie wanted to say no but who could refuse an offer like that. Words failed him so he just nodded. Deftly, Timothy undid the zipper, slipped his hot hand into the brief’s and released the older man’s cock, already hardening and glistening at the tip. Timmy took the base in his hand, licked the head like an ice cream cone and went down ….
~ xXx ~
Timothy stood on the sidewalk and waved as Reggie’s SUV pulled away. The minute it was out of sight, Timothy said goodnight and Adam re-emerged. The smile faded away into something sour as Adam jogged up to his front door, dying for alcohol to kill the taste in his mouth.
It came as no surprise to him when he found Kris sitting in his living room the moment he opened the door.
“What if I’d brought Reggie home with me?” he asked casually, dropping his house keys on the table by the door and heading for the mini bar.
“I would have hid under the sink. Matt gave me the all clear.” Kris’ hands were clutching the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles glowed white in the dim light. “What the hell were you thing?”
“When?” Adam asked after chugging a glass.
“Yelling at him about the guns … he could have kicked you out.”
Adam plunked down beside him.
“Don’t you think it would have been more suspicious to act as if it was no big deal? Anyone in his right mind would flip out having a gun shoved in his face.”
“You’re right.”
“I know.”
Adam got up and stretched, wincing a little as he rotated his shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just needs some heat. Look, I’m gonna jump in the shower and get this grit off my skin. You mind hanging around? I’d really appreciate it if you could massage some muscle rub into my shoulder.”
“No problem. I’ll put the kettle on and make you a green tea.”
“What would I do without you,” Adam declared as he disappeared into his bedroom.
I hope you never find out, Kris replied to himself.