by E. M. Leya
"Fuck, yes." Xander glanced over his shoulder at him.
Matt smiled as he gripped the base of his cock and positioned himself at Xander's entrance. He didn't have time to slowly ease inside, Xander took the choice from him as he pushed back, forcing his ass to part around Matt's cock, and slowly eased him inside.
"Fuck, you're tight." Matt's hands gripped Xander's hips as he settled deep.
"Don't be gentle." Xander rested his head against the mattress for a moment before again pressing up on his arms. "Let me feel you."
Matt was more than happy with that. He loved hard, wild fucking. It was the one thing he'd always missed while he was married. Jill was more than enough, but there were times he wished he could use more force, take things up a notch. Having Xander give him permission to do just that was a huge turn-on.
Slowly, he started to thrust his hips back and forth, giving them both a moment to get used to each other. He was aware of everything, the way his balls swung, the way Xander's body gripped his, the scent of their sex slowly starting to form. He focused on Xander's back, taking in the ink he'd never seen before. He wanted to lean forward and trace it all with his tongue, but he was enjoying quickening the snap of his hips too much to lean so far forward.
"That's it. Harder. All that anger, all that frustration you were feeling. Take it out on me. Fuck me hard." Xander started to push back against him, meeting his thrusts, causing their skin to slap against each other. Every move they made became stronger, needier, and it didn't take long before Matt was struggling to hold back. He didn't want to come yet. He wanted it to last all night.
Reaching down, he hooked an arm around Xander's body, drawing him up, forcing his back to his chest. As he continued to work his hips, sliding into Xander's hot, tight body, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Xander's cock, stroking him with the rhythm of his thrusts. With the other hand, he slid it up Xander's chest until he came to his beard and wrapped his hand around the base of it, just under his chin, the way he'd seen Xander hold it himself. "You feel so good." He snapped his hips harder, enjoying the slight change in position.
"Don't stop, don't let go." Xander cried out, his own body tensing. "I'm so fucking close."
Matt smiled as he dipped his head and gently bit against Xander's shoulder, tasting the salt off his skin. Fuck this man was amazing. The smells, the flavors, the brilliant art, he stimulated every sense. "You going to come for me? Let me feel your ass clamp down around me?" Matt fucked him harder, his own control slipping.
"Yeah, fuck yeah." Xander's neck muscles tensed and a mix of a grunt and a growl escaped him as his cock pulsed and thick streams of cum shot over Matt's hand as he continued to work it over Xander's thickness.
As Xander's ass tightened, sucking Matt deeper, he gave in to his own need, his orgasm shot through him, causing him to throw back his head, letting the pleasure flow as he filled the condom with his release. He didn't let go, enjoying holding Xander close just as much as he did the sex.
When he finally could catch his breath, he lifted his head, kissing the spot just below Xander's ear. "That was amazing."
"Yeah, it was." Xander turned his head, forcing Matt to release his beard as he sought his mouth for a long, lazy kiss.
Gripping his cock to make sure the condom didn't slip off, Matt slowly pulled from inside Xander, taking a second to remove the condom and drop it in the trash beside the bed before flopping to his back beside Xander.
"You okay?" Xander wrapped an arm over Matt's stomach as he relaxed beside him.
"I can't remember the last time I was this good." Matt closed his eyes. "Thank you for that."
"I should be thanking you." Xander laughed. "How is it I didn't know you were gay?"
Matt grinned, his eyes still closed. "Bisexual. I dated more men than women in the past, but there was something about Jill. She made everyone pale in comparison, but I've always missed being with men. It's different, ya know?"
"No." Xander laughed. "I've never been with a woman."
"Yeah, well, take my word for it. Don't get me wrong, I love Jill, but sometimes I wanted rougher, wilder. I missed calloused fingers and the scent of a man. I would have never cheated on her, but that didn't mean I didn't think about it sometimes." Matt turned his head, opening his eyes as he looked at Xander. He grinned, finding him looking the most relaxed he'd ever seen him. "I never planned on anything happening between you and me. Sex was the last thing on my mind. It just sort of happened."
"I'm not complaining." Xander rolled to his side, facing him. "It's the last thing I expected, but I'm more than happy it happened. I think we both needed that, and I couldn't find a hotter partner."
Matt blushed. "You could, but thanks, that was sweet. It did help. For a little while, I was able to just forget about everything. My mind wasn't racing a hundred miles an hour. I could focus on you and only you."
"Is it horrible of me to volunteer to help you with that if you ever need it again?" Xander leaned over and stole a gentle kiss.
"Would you want to do it again?" Matt didn't want to assume anything, but he wouldn't turn down another chance to do what they just did.
"Are you kidding? Of course. I'm a man. I'm not going to turn down hot sex if you want it. Just know, I don't like to top much, so if that's an issue—"
"I don't like to bottom much, so it works." Matt laughed. "I wouldn't mind doing it again. Sometimes I just need to…" He paused, thinking how wrong his words might sound.
"Escape?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, is that horrible? I don't want you thinking I'm using you."
"I don't mind. I know this isn't some great romance. If we can find pleasure in each other, help get each other through the long nights where we think too much, and have fun at the same time, then I'm more than okay with that."
"The team won't care?"
"Ah…" Xander bit his lip.
"Not allowed?"
"Not recommended. Bryon says that it can distract us, but he's not one to speak when Dyson and I think he's fucking Becca."
"Really?" Matt was shocked. "Isn't he like thirty years older than her?"
"Close to that. I know she is twenty-five, but I'm not sure of Bry's age."
"So, we don't tell them?"
"We don't hide it, but we don't flaunt it either. It's not like we are together a lot at the team house anyway. When we are there, you've got your head wrapped up in the computers. We'll be okay."
Matt's stomach growled.
"Dinner's ready, but probably cold by now." Xander traced his fingertips over Matt's stomach.
"How about a quick shower together, then we can eat. Then maybe, if you're up for it, we can repeat what we just did?"
Xander laughed. "I'll be up for it. That won't be an issue." He rolled over, wrapping Matt in his arms. "Getting up for you will never be a problem." As if emphasizing his words, he pressed his half hard cock against Matt's thigh.
"That's good to know." Matt forced back the guilt that was starting to creep into his mind. His daughter was gone and here he was fucking around literally in bed. He refused to feel guilty. He needed the escape, the release, the tension breaker, and if he could find that with Xander, he wasn't going to refuse it. "Let's go shower." He nipped at Xander's lip before forcing himself out of bed.
The night had surprised him, but he wouldn't have changed a thing about it. Xander was a welcome distraction, and one who wouldn't be upset if his emotions weren't always on him. This was exactly what he needed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Xander pushed the back door open, slipping silently into the house. He was glad to have a job to do after several weeks of nothing. When Bryon had called him, saying there was a job, he was more than willing to drop what he was doing and get back to work.
As he stepped into the house, a chill went through him. He'd learned long ago not to ignore his body's warnings. Something was off or going to go wrong. He'd felt the chill more than once, and every single time, there was so
mething out of place or something that went wrong during the sting.
Debating if he should abandon the job or just proceed with caution, he looked around the darkened living room. The only light was from the moonlight that came through the windows from outside.
Checking to reassure himself he had his gun on his side, he tried to get a feeling as to why his body was warning him about something going wrong. They'd done their research. The man they were after had been in jail four times. Each time, he was released to offend again. They'd finally gotten proof that he'd been hanging around a local elementary school, and Matt had hacked into the guy's laptop, finding recent images of girls at one of the local parks, playing at the playground. A repeat offender like this wasn't going to stop. It was up to the team to make sure he couldn't hurt anyone again.
Xander shifted the file in his hands, cautiously moving through the house, unsure where the perp was at the moment.
A child's cry echoed through the house and Xander's stomach turned. There was no mistaking the sound, the pain, the fear that was in the child's cry. Everything else forgotten, Xander set the file on the couch beside him and pulled his gun out.
Following the sound of crying, Xander paused outside what he knew from his research was the master bedroom. He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see, praying he didn't scare the child more by doing what he was about to do.
Without hesitation, Xander kicked the door open, not surprised at all when the man rolled off the child and picked up a gun off the nightstand by the door.
"Don't try it." Xander fired, his aim well placed as a bullet ripped through the man's arm. As much as he wanted to worry about the child, he couldn't until he'd secured the man. Wasting no time, he was on top of the perp, wrapping him in a headlock as he kicked the gun away from where it had fallen on the floor.
The child screamed, but he had to make sure the perp was down before he even looked to see how badly the child was hurt. Pulling the syringe from his pocket, he slammed the needle into the man's neck.
It took only minutes for the man to slump in Xander's arms. Releasing him, he let the perp fall hard to the floor, not caring at all if he was injured.
"I'm going to help you." Xander turned to the child, sure his masked face and the gunshot were freaking the child out even more than she already was.
His chest tightened when he looked down at a young girl, probably no older than eight or nine. Her big brown eyes stared up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hands were secured to the bed, and she was completely naked with blood smeared across her legs.
The girl struggled to get free, and that about killed Xander. He wanted nothing more than to release her and get her the fuck out of there. "I need to get the bad man away, but there are going to be policemen and firemen coming to help you." He glanced to make sure the blood he'd seen wasn't life threatening, then he moved a blanket over her body, covering her nakedness. "They'll get you home to your family, okay?"
She shook her head and cried harder.
"I promise they are coming. It won't be long, but I have to take care of the bad guy first." Xander grabbed the man by the hair, seeing the look of fear in the man's eyes. If it wouldn't have been so traumatic, he'd let the little girl do his job for him tonight. It was only fair she take care of the man who'd raped her. Dragging the man out of the room and down the hallway, Xander tried not to think about the scared little girl in the bedroom. He had a job to do, and they had rules for things like this happening. The child wasn't touched until the police got there. He would do what he had to do, then get out as fast as he could.
"You're one sick fucker." Xander dropped the man on the living room floor, unable to hold himself back from kicking the man in the ribs. "I've never wanted to hurt someone as bad as I do you." Xander pulled out his knife, enjoying the look of fear growing in the man's eyes. "Don't worry, I won't kill you." He cut through the man's pants, tearing them off him as soon as he had them cut enough to grip. "But, I am going to make you wish for death." Xander quickly pulled out his tools.
He didn't bother taking his time. He honestly didn't care if he did this job right or not. Let the man bleed to death, let him die of infection if he didn't get the tube in right away.
Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, Xander went through the steps just like he always did, never looking up at the man's eyes again, even when he cut his cock. He wanted out of the house as fast as he could, so the child could get help.
Tossing the man's cock and balls as hard as he could across the room at the wall, he quickly inserted the tube into his urethra before he pulled out his handheld blow torch and cauterized everything.
He didn't bother with anything more other than securing the man to the base of the coffee table before using the small can of spray paint to point the police to the victim. He then gathered his things and rushed out the door.
It was probably the fastest job he'd ever done, and maybe the sloppiest, but he needed to get the young girl help. Rushing to his car, he pulled out the burner phone, quickly calling 911. "There is a child being raped at 6712 Boothe Street." He hung up as he pulled away from the house.
Most of the time, he liked to be far away before the cops showed, but tonight, he needed to see that someone got to the girl. Finding a house for sale several streets down, he parked in the driveway, hoping the house was as abandoned as it looked.
He took a deep breath as he pulled out his own phone and sent a text back to Bryon.
Done. Active victim found. Secured and followed procedure. Watching for response now. STK
"Fuck!" Xander smacked the steering wheel. The image of the young girl would haunt him. She wasn't the first victim he'd seen, but each one got to him. It was a reminder of why they did the job they did, but it also left him feeling sick and disgusted with himself for days after because he personally had to walk away and leave the victim alone when she was so scared and probably injured.
Scanner traffic has units on the way. Don't take risks. Leave if you must. STK
He was probably closer than he should be to the location, but he couldn't bring himself to drive off until he at least saw the first unit pull up at the house. He'd left the back door open, and the perp in sight, so he was the first thing they would see when they entered the home. He made sure they would see the perp first, wanting to make sure they didn't move the victim out and find him after. The young girl didn't need to see what Xander had done.
It took nearly ten minutes for the first police car to arrive, but the moment it pulled in front of the house, Xander quietly pulled back out of the driveway and headed to the lake.
Once there, he climbed out, taking several deep breaths before tossing the phone and tools into the lake. If anyone ever searched it, they would find a stash of things. He and the others used the location for years, only deviating a few hundred feet every few months so things didn't pile up too much in one spot.
Needing a minute before he drove, he quickly sent another text to Bryon.
On the way home. STK
A few seconds later, Bryon responded back.
Victim secured. Check in tomorrow when you're up. STK
Xander was glad the victim had been found, but he wasn't excited to have to check in. He'd worked with Bryon long enough to know what that meant. He didn't need Bryon or anyone on the team psychoanalyzing him and making sure he was okay. This wasn't his first rodeo. He was able to handle things, even if it was hard in the immediate hours after. He didn't bother responding to Bryon, but texted Matt instead.
Can I come over?
He didn't want to be alone tonight. He didn't know what he needed or wanted, but Matt was the one he wanted to be with.
Of course. Will unlock the door. Ice Cream?
Xander grinned.
Yes, please.
He got back in the car, sure that going to Matt's wasn't the wisest idea. It wasn't like he could talk to Matt about what he'd seen tonight. It was too close to home for Matt to hear ab
out. All he did know was that he needed to be in Matt's arms. It was the one place he could let down his walls a bit and not have to hold the emotions back like he did when he was with the others on the team.
He'd spent several nights with Matt since the first time they'd had sex. He enjoyed whatever it was they shared. The sex was great, but even more, it was when they were laying there after, talking about nothing important, but just being together. They talked about things from their past, hopes for the future, and Matt spent hours telling him all about Faith.
Even though he'd never met the young girl, he felt like he knew her. Through Matt's love for her, Xander had slowly fallen in love with her too. He loved the way Matt's face would light up when he'd talk about her and share stories.
Xander sighed. What the fuck was he doing? He was letting himself get close to someone, and other than Dyson, that was something he didn't do. Even Dyson he kept far enough away that he never really had to talk about his feelings and emotions, but now, in his current mood, all he could think about was getting to Matt and holding him in his arms.
He pulled into Matt's driveway, glad to be done with the job. He'd planned on just going home after, but he just didn't want to be alone. He made his way up to the door, surprised when Matt opened it a second before he was going to knock.
"Hi." Matt arched his head. "Long night?"
Xander nodded as he stepped inside. "Horrible."
"Everything went okay? As planned?"
Xander shook his head. "The team is safe, but there was a hiccup."
Matt pulled him into a tight hug.
"I needed that." Xander clung to him, letting Matt's scent wash over him. "I need a shower."