“Jesus, baby. When was the last time you had a man? Fuck, you are so tight it’s amazing,” Nathan gasped.
“Over a year ago.” Kian gasped as he rolled his hips and pushed against the finger inside him.
Nathan bit back the groan of pleasure he felt at hearing no man had touched Kian in so long. He worked his finger in and out slowly, twisting it as he went. He pulled out, squeezed some more lube on, and pushed two fingers back in. Kian splayed his legs wider and moaned loudly, hands scrambling on the sheets.
“More…more…more,” on repeat from his mouth.
Nathan pumped his fingers in and out, faster and harder now. He could see Kian’s cock was an angry red, laying flat against the younger man’s belly, the thick head leaking so much pre-cum it was rolling down Kian’s waist and onto the sheets. Nathan pushed another finger in and leaned over the moaning man to take that leaking cockhead into his mouth. He couldn’t face wasting any part of Kian. He sucked as he pumped three fingers into his lover. He was lost on the salty taste of the man. An urgent pulling on his hair pulled him off his treat, and he glared slightly at the man sprawled under him.
“I don’t want to come until you’re in me,” Kian gasped.
Nathan nodded and checked the pliancy of Kian’s entrance, tight but not bad. He pulled his fingers out and pulled Kian’s legs onto his shoulders. He nudged his swollen cockhead into place, positioned his arms on either side of Kian’s body, and pushed in steadily. He stopped when their hips met and stayed completely still. He wasn’t just giving Kian time to adjust. Nathan knew if he moved before he had full control of his body he would come before he wanted to. Kian was hot and tight and so perfect that Nathan was in danger of coming prematurely like some green teenager.
He sucked in deep breaths and kept his eyes squeezed shut. He finally felt their heartbeats steady and felt Kian relax under him. Nathan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the debauched sight. Kian’s lips were swollen. A blush stained him from chest to cheeks, and his mop of hair was in disarray. It was the most amazing sight to ever greet Nathan’s eyes.
“You are the best dream ever,” Nathan whispered.
Nathan hooked his hands around Kian’s hips and carefully pulled out of Kian’s heat. He pushed back in just as carefully, watching Kian’s face closely. Kian bit his bottom lip and released it to run his tongue over it. Nathan saw him suck in a breath as he started to pull out again carefully.
“Not made of glass here, Nate. Fuck me properly and stop teasing us both, or get off me and I’ll top,” Kian snapped out.
Nathan cocked his head to the side and smiled down at his new lover. When he next pushed in, it was hard and fast. From then he plunged into Kian’s heat, setting a rapid pace. He pulled out until only his cockhead remained in and angled just slightly with every push back in until he felt Kian arch and gasp under him. Smiling viciously, Nathan kept that position, making Kian arch with every sharp pass over his prostate. He kept his hands clamped over Kian’s hips and snapped in and out of him until he knew they were both so close.
He unclamped one hand and wrapped it around Kian’s straining cock, stroking him in counterpoint to his thrusts. His hand was a hot, tight channel for Kian, and after a few strokes and a couple of twists, Kian arched off the bed, pushing Nathan up with him. His mouth opened in a silent scream, and breath caught in his throat. Nathan felt Kian’s cock pulse in his tight hand, and streams of pearly cream gushed over his fist. Kian’s muscles clamped tightly around Nathan’s aching cock and pulled his orgasm out of him, sending his essence into the condom he was wearing.
Nathan took hold of his cock and pulled out carefully, tying off his condom and throwing it at the trash can close to the bed. He curled himself around Kian, pulling him into his arms and positioning Kian’s ruffled head on his chest. Kian was already asleep. Nathan dropped a kiss on his head.
“You are the best dream, Kian. I wish you were really mine,” he whispered into Kian’s hair and fell asleep, too.
Chapter Three
Nathan woke up feeling fantastic. Looking over he noticed the time was six a.m., an hour before he had to wake up. Usually he’d curse himself and roll over to try and sleep some more to stave back the exhaustion that had dogged his heels in recent years. This morning, however, he felt different. He got up and threw on some sweats and headed to the Watchmen Gym.
An hour later he stood under a hot shower, feeling invigorated. He’d blasted through his normal routine like it was nothing and spent the last half-hour spotting another couple of Watchmen. He stepped out of his shower to find a Watchman his own age, wearing a lab coat, waiting for him.
“Dr. Scott, you’re blocking my towel,” Nathan said, pointing at the towel Noah Scott was leaning against.
The doctor huffed and handed Nathan his towel. “It’s come to my attention that you are feeling a lot better today. Follow me to the infirmary. I want to run some bloodwork on you. No arguments, Watchman.” Scott held up a finger before Nathan could protest.
“There goes a perfect morning,” Nathan groused as he dried and dressed quickly under the doctor’s watchful eyes.
Twenty minutes later Nathan left the infirmary feeling like a pincushion and strangely violated by the very thorough examination he’d been given. Scott would let him know the results when they came in. Nathan ran off to the commissary to grab breakfast before meeting the rest of his team and heading off to the airport.
The day alternately flew by and dragged for Nathan. His nose was on fire, in a good way. Nothing got by him. Their team had found, detained, and later booked eight groups trying to bring in illegal substances. He still did not feel any type of exhaustion, and he kept full control of his scenting and hearing. He was having a great day. Even the paperwork couldn’t get him down. But if he wasn’t busy or concentrating, then his mind returned to his amazing dream.
Kian had been perfect. He could still taste him on his tongue. Could still hear his heartbeat. Nathan could not remember ever having such a realistic dream. Kian had been so real. The entire thing had been perfect. The knowledge that it was all a dream was heartbreaking though. For a night, in a dream, Nathan had known what it was to be whole, to hold his Balance in his arms, to know him and speak with him. If Nathan let himself dwell on any of it, he knew he’d break down and no one would be able to put him back together. So he painfully shoved it all into the back of his mind and got on with his day.
Nathan sat with his team in the commissary as they gathered for dinner. Liam Bennett, a Watchman, and his Balance, Andrew Hunt, Ryan Mason and his Balance, Emma Phillips. This was his usual team, and they worked well together. Andrew and Liam had found each other years ago while in their early twenties and were the old married couple. They proved the adage about long-term couples not having sex wrong, as both very often looked fucked out. Emma and Ryan had been Bonded only about a year and were still finding their feet. It was rare that they weren’t at least holding hands.
Nathan could understand that. If Kian were real, he wouldn’t have him out of arm’s reach either. He watched as the two Watchmen teased each other about some nonsense, their Balances looking on indulgently, and felt a touch of envy and sadness twist in his heart. Looking away, he concentrated on his meal. He jerked when people threw themselves into the seats on either side of him.
Nathan looked up to find the Watchman Dr. Scott on one side of him and his wife and Balance, Dr. Chloe Scott, on the other side. Noah dropped a file in front of Nathan.
“These are your results from the bloods we took this morning. Congratulations, Watchman Nathan Foster, you are creating Bonded enzyme and chemicals. It appears you have found your Balance. So who was the last person you had any contact with? These results suggest sexual contact. So the last person you had sex with, so we can bring your Balance in and get you two settled.” Dr. Scott dropped the information happily.
Nathan gaped at him as he heard his team congratulating him and felt the back slaps.
He coughed uncomfortably, duckin
g his head. “Sorry, Doc, your equipment must be out or something. I haven’t Bonded with anyone. I haven’t even met anyone new, besides the people we caught trying to smuggle shit into the country, and I didn’t feel anything when I met them.”
“This doesn’t make any sense. All our tests and your own blood work show every indicator of your having formed a very strong and stable sexual bond,” Dr. Scott said, looking at his wife. She swiped through a tablet PC and only nodded in confirmation.
“The tests indicate the bond is complete and profound. Nathan, we have to find your Balance, and soon, before…” Dr. Chloe Scott looked away from him. Everyone knew that a Watchman separated from their Balance went mad quickly.
Nathan huffed out a sigh. “And I woke up feeling so great this morning, had a great day, too.” He stood from the table and took his empty tray to the disposals bench, clearing out any remainders of his dinner, and set the tray on the dishwashing belt.
“Watchman, we need to run more tests!”
Nathan heard it as he made his way to the door. “Tomorrow, Doc. Right now I’m going to bed and, if I’m really lucky, right into the arms of the man of my dreams,” he threw over his shoulder.
Chapter Four
Freshly showered and pissed off, Nathan threw himself onto his bed and wriggled around until he was under the covers. He turned over and punched his pillow into submission and then flung himself back onto it. He blew out a breath, refusing to think about his results and luck and fuck knew what else.
“Please let me find Kian in my dreams again,” he prayed and closed his eyes.
That door was right in front of him again. The one from his dream last night. He pushed through eagerly and sucked in a grateful breath at the sight of Kian standing behind his counter. He was staring as Kian looked up at him. He saw Kian blush and lick his lips, his tongue darting around his full pink bottom lip, and Nathan wanted to bite that lip so badly. He marched over to the counter and, without even thinking about it, reached his arm over it. His hand wrapped around Kian’s neck, and he pulled until their lips met and he could bite gently on Kian’s bottom lip. As Kian gasped, Nathan swept his tongue inside and let it take over Kian’s mouth. Tasting and licking until Kian was panting and had his hands clenched in Nathan’s shirt.
Nathan pulled back when he needed oxygen and sat on the stool beside him. He couldn’t take his eyes off Kian’s flushed face and swollen lips. He heard noises behind him and made himself look around. Nathan noticed they were the center of a lot of attention. Most stares seemed to be benign, but he saw a couple of cold and hostile looks directed their way. Nathan turned in his stool fully and leaned back against the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest and let one eyebrow lift in question. When neither hostile opened his mouth or turned away, he slowly stood up and made his way over to the table the two men were sitting at. They wore faded jeans and flannel shirts. Glancing at himself, Nathan saw he was dressed very similarly. Dream fashion victim. He snorted at himself in his own mind.
He leaned both hands on the table and cocked his head. “Problem, boys?” he asked. His hands itched to take hold of them, whether to allow his abilities to calm them or throttle them he was unsure. But he held back, he wanted to see where this would lead if they were left to their own devices.
“Fag,” one of them spat back. Nathan threw his head back and laughed.
“Gods, I haven’t heard that in forever. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been called that. Buddy, you need to get a life and get your head out of someone else’s bedroom. Really, no one is interested in what happens in your bedroom, so no need for you to be interested in what happens in someone else’s. Now, since you are so offended, perhaps you should leave immediately, because I’m pretty sure Kian doesn’t need you here.” Nathan looked over his shoulder to see Kian standing, hard and cold as steel behind his counter. His fists were white-knuckled and were strangling a tea towel between them.
Nathan saw a change coming over Kian’s face, and his hearing picked up movement. He twisted and dropped one shoulder then released a fist toward the face of the hostile that was swinging a fist toward him. Had he not turned the hit would have met the back of his head. Many had died from such a hit in the past. The King Hit had become known as a Murder Hit and become an attempted murder charge sometime in the end of the twenty-first century. So when Nathan saw what was happening, his training kicked in into overdrive and the first hostile was cupping a broken nose between his hands, blood streaming down his face. Nathan saw his companion raise his knife, and he snapped an elbow in his face so fast it was impossible to follow with the naked eye.
He stepped back to survey his damage. Both hostiles were cupping broken noses and were bleeding copious amounts. Both were looking at him in shock. He felt Kian slide up to him. Kian threw a couple of clean tea towels at them and then wrapped his fingers around Nathan’s wrist.
“You heard him. Get the hell out of here and don’t come back. If you find me so offensive, then you can’t have any need for my pies,” Kian said stonily as he pointed to the door.
They stood back as the two men tripped over themselves in the rush to get out of the cafe.
Kian reached up to drop a chaste kiss at the edge of Nathan’s lips. “That was incredible and soooo hot,” he whispered. Then he pulled on Nathan’s wrist until he had Nathan seated on his stool again, and a slice of pie and a coffee were in front of him.
Kian wrapped his fingers around Nathan’s wrist again, and Nathan finally calmed down. Both his instincts and his muscles relaxed.
“Are you okay, Kian?” Nathan asked gently, eyes running over Kian’s face in agitation. He relaxed fully at Kian’s brilliant smile.
“I’m fine. That was hot and…just wow. You were incredible. What the hell do you do for a living, by the way? I forgot yesterday. You know, when I woke up and you were gone, I thought that was it. I’m glad you came back,” Kian rambled out.
Nathan could even smell his nervousness. It made Nathan tense again.
“You don’t need to be nervous, Kian. I could never hurt you,” Nathan said slowly. He moved his hand enough so he could twist it over and twine his fingers around Kian’s. He relaxed again at Kian’s smile and lifted their hands so he could kiss Kian’s.
“Not worried about you hurting me. I know you wouldn’t. I can feel how safe I am with you. I was stressed about those dickheads for a second, until you dealt with them. I am really glad to see you again.”
“Kian, if I can figure out a way, I will stay with you forever,” Nathan said sincerely. “As for what I do for a living, I, ah, work in security. Dealing with idiots like that is just something I’m trained for.”
“Hey, buddy!” A voice came from behind him, and Nathan turned around warily. “That was righteous. Good job. Kian man, you got good taste. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast, and I’ve studied martial arts for a few years.” The guy talking raised his coffee cup to Nathan in a salute, and others followed suit.
Nathan felt Kian place his hands on his shoulders and again felt his grounding influence. His breathing steadied, and he felt his shoulders fall into a relaxed stance as he finally felt they were safe. He ducked his head and gave an embarrassed half smile as he shrugged, waved them all off, and turned back on his stool.
Kian was chuckling at him. “Don’t deal well with public acknowledgement?” he asked and chuckled more at the embarrassed scowl Nathan threw at him.
Nathan picked up his coffee cup and buried his face in it. When he emerged again, there was a forkful of pie waving in front of his face. He quirked an eyebrow at Kian then moved in carefully. He wrapped his lips slowly around the fork and pulled off again. His tongue darted out quickly to lick the crumbs sitting on his lips as he chewed and swallowed the bite of the pie he’d been offered. Kian cut another bit of pie onto Nathan’s fork and held it up again.
“What’s this one, Kian?” Nathan whispered, then leaned in slowly again and repeated, wrapping his lips around the fork
ful and pulling away enough to be able to eat the offering. He leaned his elbows on the counter and rested on his arms, getting a little closer to Kian in the process.
“Blueberry pie,” Kian said, voice low and husky.
They ignored everyone else in the place until the pie was finished and Kian was holding Nathan’s coffee cup to his lips for him as he drank. Nathan pulled away from the now empty cup and grabbed a paper napkin beside his plate to dab at his lips. He was hard and desperate to feel Kian beneath him again. Kian’s flushed cheeks and dilated eyes said he was in the same state.
A throat clearing behind him got their attention, and they looked reluctantly reluctant attention, and they looked over Nathan’s shoulder.
“Check please?” a guy asked, and Kian laughed.
He went over to his register and took a ticket off it, brought it to the table, and handed it to the guy, still smiling. Nathan saws hands come up one after another as people asked for their bills, and Kian spent the next few minutes handing out bills and taking money owed. Nathan looked at one of the customers.
“Did we scare everyone away or something?” he asked.
The pretty lady just giggled as she replied, “No, baby, you two are too sweet, and it looks like you two could use some time alone. So I think most of us just figured since it’s Sunday and we’d get out of here so Kian could close early and you two could have some time to yourselves.”
“Oh, okay then, just so you know I wouldn’t want Kian’s customers to be uncomfortable or anything.” He could feel his cheeks heat up as the blush spread over his face.
She laughed again and dropped a quick kiss to his cheek after she accepted her change from Kian. She separated some of it and dropped it into the tip jar on the way out. She spun back around as she reached the door and pointed toward the jar.
“That was for the show and the fun time my husband just promised me.”
Nathan blinked and turned back to Kian as she walked out of the door jauntily. Kian himself was blinking owlishly after her.
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