Cole locked eyes with his. Once Steve got closer, Cole was able to whisper to him. “Same bat time, same bat place?”
Steve gave him a flirty wink. “Provided there aren’t any more emergencies, I get off as soon as I’m done typing up my report.”
“Try not to take too long.” Cole playfully whacked Steve on the ass, mindful that no one was glancing their way. “And let me handle the getting off part.”
Steve smiled, biting his lip as he walked away.
The man’s a constant tease.
Cole couldn’t wait to bite even more of him.
* * * *
Cole parked his car in front of Steve’s apartment building. He still wore his uniform, the green-gray fabric stretched tight across his chest. He checked his hair in the rear-view mirror, smoothing the short cropped strands back before exiting the vehicle.
Cole took the elevator from the lobby to the fourth floor, anxious to de-stress with his friend and fuck buddy. With his copy of the key to Steve’s apartment, he unlocked the door to number 418. Steve lay on the couch, his feet propped up on the arm rest facing the entrance. He wore a silky robe with a pattern of red roses and deep green vines. Cole chuckled at the dichotomy of the beefy hunk and the floral garment. The robe was open, the majority of the fabric draped along his sides. His smooth, toned body was bare. Cole’s cock hardened. He was ready to let go with Steve, to throw him on the bed then drill him through the mattress.
Steve grinned. “I just had to get out of those pants the second I got home.”
“I have no objections.” Cole unbuckled his belt. “It’s been a pretty long day, though. I’m thinking a shower’s in order.” It was Cole’s turn to grin.
Steve rose from the sofa. “Need company?”
Cole removed his shirt, letting it drop to the floor in a crumpled heap, then kicked off his shoes. Steve led the way to the bathroom, swaying his ass from side to side a bit too obviously. Cole continued to strip, allowing his clothes to litter the hallway as he strolled behind him, enjoying the show. By the time Steve opened the door to a large master bathroom, he was wearing more than Cole.
Steve headed for the shower. Cole moved up behind him, close, anxious. He pressed his large, rock-hard cock against the crack of Steve’s ass as Steve bent forward to turn on the water. After wrapping his hand around Steve’s hip, he dug in with strong fingers. The fabric of the silk robe felt cool at first, warming with the friction of Cole’s firm, slow motion.
After checking the temperature of the water, Steve straightened his body. “At least let me get naked.”
Cole stopped humping him then grabbed hold of Steve’s honey-brown hair, which was barely long enough for him to get purchase. He yanked Steve’s head back as he leaned into his ear. “I’ll do that.” With his other hand, he grasped the collar of Steve’s robe, tearing it from his body, tossing it aside before letting go of Steve’s head. He loved the contrast between Steve’s lighter skin tone against his own bronze shade.
“You owe me a new robe.”
Steve had growled it out, but Cole knew he loved it. He whipped Steve around so that he faced him. Cole gently pushed Steve into the shower. Warm, steamy water sprayed against them as Cole pressed his partner against the tile wall. He brought both of Steve’s hands up over his head, locking them into place firmly with one of his own large hands against the still chilly wall. Before Steve could utter more than a pleasured moan, Cole pressed his mouth against Steve’s, their tongues entwined in an aggressive kiss. Cole bit Steve’s lower lip as he pulled back. Water streamed into his eyes as he opened them.
“More?”
“Prick tease.” Steve chuckled, his eyes still shut.
The wet tile squeaked as he shifted anxiously. The corner of Cole’s mouth curled upward. He used his free hand to stroke Steve’s cheek. Keeping Steve’s hands pinned above his head, Cole thrust his mouth against Steve’s in one quick motion. Their bodies almost flush, Steve’s heated shaft pressed into Cole’s abdomen as their dicks rubbed against each other. Cole moved his hand down Steve’s six-pack, gripping Steve’s hardened length just firmly enough to illicit another pleasure-filled moan.
Cole released Steve’s arms. He moved out of the spray of water, allowing the stream to ricochet off Steve’s back as he pushed Steve onto his knees. The head of Cole’s cock brushed against Steve’s lips as he eagerly opened his mouth. Steve lapped at the sticky dew on the tip before engulfing as much of Cole’s dick as he could. Cole let his head fall back as he thrust his hips forward, gasping out a satisfied grunt as he pressed into the back of Steve’s throat. Steve used his now-free hands to hold onto Cole’s hips, moving his head up and down the rigid column of flesh.
Cole rubbed his hand across Steve’s head, then down the side of his face, caressing the late day stubble with his thumb. They weren’t a couple, weren’t exclusive. But they’d had each other’s backs since their days in Afghanistan and had been the only two men in their unit who’d batted for the same team. He cared about the guy.
“That’s it. Such a good little cocksucker.”
Cole was getting close—too close. He needed Steve’s tight heat wrapped around his dick, needed him on all fours taking it up the ass, bucking against him the way only Steve knew how. If he hadn’t been so exhausted from the day’s insanity, he would’ve tied him down, used a dildo on him first.
“Enough.”
He pulled Steve off his now throbbing erection with a pop, then encouraged him to stand, grasping one of Steve’s muscled arms as he rose. Cole embraced him roughly, grinding against him, sliding his index finger in the seam of Steve’s crack, searching out the wrinkled hole. Steve whimpered, a sound Cole loved to hear tumble from the man’s lips. He knew how to force a lot of sounds out of his lover.
“Like that?”
Cole pressed past the un-moistened tight rim, Steve hissing at what Cole knew would be a harsh intrusion. Cole liked giving it rough and Steve loved taking it. He pushed down the twinge of discomfort at the thought that Steve would want to move on with a permanent partner one day. Steve wanted love and forever and sharing his life, but Cole didn’t. Steve didn’t necessarily want that with Cole, but Cole knew he was looking.
It wasn’t that Cole didn’t want that sort of happiness too, but he couldn’t bring himself to condemn someone he cared about to the uncertainty of whether or not he would return home every time he went out on a dangerous mission. It wasn’t fair.
“You okay?”
Cole brought himself back to the present. His musings had softened him a bit. He bumped his pelvis into Steve’s hard length.
“More than okay. Get on the bed right now. Hands and knees.”
Steve moved quickly to comply.
God, I’d fucking miss that.
Gorgeous Steve, eagerly doing Cole’s bidding, his toy to control. But he was also a man whom Cole respected, whom he liked. It wasn’t an easy combination to find.
Cole moved behind Steve, viewing the display before him. Steve’s nicely rounded butt spread wide would make any man’s knees tremble. His full sac hung low and Cole had an occasional peek of Steve’s thick shaft as it bobbed and twitched. Cole kept his gaze trained on Steve’s muscled form as he moved to the side of the bed. He headed for the nightstand where Steve kept the supplies. The lube and one of the warming condoms Steve favored were already out on the table.
Cole let out a low chuckle. “Anxious, are we?” He picked up both items, tossing the moistener onto the bed near Steve’s hand. “Then I suggest you get yourself ready for me.”
Steve’s breath hitched as he obeyed Cole’s command, grabbing the lube. Cole watched him squeeze some liquid onto his fingers, then reach around to prepare his entrance as Cole had ordered him to do. Cole got into place behind Steve, resisting the urge to stroke himself as he watched Steve shove two fingers into his pucker. He wouldn’t last if he did and he’d rather enjoy a punishing fuck than come too soon.
Steve rode his own fingers, undulati
ng and groaning as he did. He fell to one elbow as he stabbed into his own hole repeatedly. Cole could’ve watched him all day, but he was leaking like crazy and his balls ached. It was time to give Steve what he was begging for. Cole quickly tore the condom wrapper then rolled it on. He snatched up the tube of moistener, adding some to his length. He wouldn’t be holding back so he needed to make sure Steve was more than ready to take him.
“Get back up on both elbows like a good boy. You know what to do. Spread your knees wider—offer that hot ass to me.”
Steve did as he was told, Cole no longer willing to wait a second more to penetrate him. He fisted the base of his shaft, lining it up with Steve’s moistened entrance. He grabbed Steve’s hip with his other hand then punched into Steve’s channel in one hard thrust. Steve let out a garbled cry, yet he still pushed back, still begged with his ass for more.
Cole smacked him hard on one cheek, Steve clenching around his cock as he did. God, he fucking loved that. He smacked him again. And again. Each time he spanked him, Steve’s passage would clamp down. Soon his palm was heated and Steve’s cheeks were an enticing shade of rose. He smiled at the thought of Steve’s tattered floral robe.
It was time for Cole to get what he needed. He leaned over Steve, placing one hand near Steve’s shoulder then yanking his body flush to him with the other. He fucked him hard, driving as deep as he could each time he plunged into Steve’s gripping heat.
Soon his thrusts shortened to rapid movements, his orgasm building low in his core, ready to burst out of him. He bit down on Steve’s shoulder blade right as he reached for his lover’s cock. He roughly yanked it until hot seed spilled over his fingers. The flutters of Steven’s ass around his dick set him off and he froze. Curled around Steve’s back, he shot into the condom until he was dizzy.
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About the Author
M/M Erotic Romance author, Morticia Knight, enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers - but they’re all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more instalments of Sin City Uniforms, The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey’s story from Rockin’ the Alternative and Dylan and Zero from Biking Bad.
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