In the Ruins (Metahuman Files Book 2)

by Hailey Turner

  Taking a breath, Jamie pushed forward another inch, watching with unblinking eyes at the way Kyle’s stretched-out hole swallowed his cock. He wasn’t even halfway in and it was almost too much, but Jamie was nothing if not determined. Pouring more lube over where they were joined, Jamie stroked it over his cock and around the dildo, making sure Kyle was wet enough to take it.

  Jamie pulled out just the tiniest bit before working his way back in, the squeeze of Kyle’s body overwhelmingly tight as Jamie made room for himself inside that warmth. Inch by thick inch, with careful, relentless effort, Jamie slipped all the way inside Kyle, the base of the dildo pressing up against his pelvis. He had to close his eyes for a moment and concentrate on not coming right then and there as his cock throbbed within constricting heat, the dildo a strange solidness against his cock.

  Kyle’s hitching, wordless sob had Jamie opening his eyes again, gaze caught on the wrecked expression on Kyle’s face. He heaved wordlessly for breath, body shaking around the overwhelming thickness stuffing him more than full. His cock lay against his stomach, still surprisingly hard, despite the effort it had taken for Jamie to slide in. That didn’t surprise Jamie. He knew how much Kyle got off on pain when it was like this—in bed, desired—and he could enjoy it during those fleeting moments of euphoria.

  Jamie pulled out a bit, listening to the squelch of lube as he did so, watching as the dildo shifted with the motion. He pushed back in with a grunt, sinking into the sucking heat of Kyle’s hole, relishing the way it clutched at him. Kyle cried out again, one hand back against the headboard to weakly scrabble against it as Jamie rocked in and out of his body slowly, working the dildo with him as he went, creating space where no more should feasibly exist.

  “Oh! Oh!” Kyle moaned, eyes squeezed shut as Jamie worked him open just that tiny bit more.

  He stroked a hand over Kyle’s shaking thigh, licking sweat off his upper lip. “Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”

  Kyle took in a shuddering breath that Jamie could feel as he thrust shallowly, repeating the motion until it became just a little easier, forcing Kyle’s body to make room for him and what he wanted. The dildo was pushed out a little from his efforts and Jamie stilled, working his cock and the dildo all the way back in. Rubbing at the too-warm skin of Kyle’s reddened rim, Jamie slipped the tip of his finger underneath the stretch of it, rubbing at his cock inside Kyle’s body.

  Kyle let out a high, thin cry when Jamie twisted his hand and hooked his finger against his rim and pulled, stretching Kyle open just that tiny bit more, just because he could. Kyle’s cry broke at the end, heaving into a sob as he threw his head back, body arching against the thickness splitting him apart. His lashes were damp from unshed tears, but nothing about Kyle’s reaction told Jamie he needed to stop.

  “Give me your hand.”

  It took a moment before Kyle registered the order and obeyed. Jamie grabbed his left hand and dragged it between their legs, pressing Kyle’s shaking fingers against the base of the dildo, helping him to wrap them around the end of it.

  “I want you to keep your hand right there and don’t let go,” Jamie said in a low voice, looking right at Kyle as he spoke. “I want you to keep that in you no matter what, understand?”

  Kyle nodded jerkily, the green in his eyes washed out to black. “Yes, sir.”

  Jamie could hear just the faintest slur in his voice, and he smiled at the sound of it. “Good.”

  Jamie spread his legs and fit his hands underneath Kyle’s thighs and ass, lifting him up to a better position. Kyle’s fingers twitched against the end of the dildo, his knuckles grazing Jamie’s body. Jamie looked down as he slowly pulled out again, the slide easier, but still tight. When he thrust back in, a little quicker, a little harder, Kyle’s hand jerked on the dildo and he let out a wail that went straight to Jamie’s cock.

  It was better than Jamie could dream, fucking into Kyle’s stuffed hole, the dildo an unrelenting pressure against his cock that Kyle barely managed to keep in place. His legs pressed weakly against Jamie’s hips, unable to close as Jamie moved inside him, taking up space in his body with the sureness of one who knew it belonged to him.

  Kyle couldn’t do anything but take it, sobbing through each thrust as it pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Jamie didn’t stop, gritting his teeth through the growing ache in his balls as Kyle writhed weakly on his cock and the dildo until it was too much.

  “Jamie, I can’t—” Kyle choked out. “Please!”

  “Not stopping you,” Jamie growled as he tilted Kyle’s hips and fucked in as deep as he could, over and over.

  Kyle screamed through his orgasm not even a minute later, coming untouched, never letting go of the dildo. He sobbed for breath, eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes. Jamie thrust slowly through the shaking tension wrapped around his cock before stopping, enjoying the feel of Kyle around him as Kyle came down from his orgasm.

  Jamie steadied Kyle as he pulled out after a minute. He gave himself room enough between them so he could pry Kyle’s hand off the dildo and grasp the end of it to slowly pull it out. Kyle’s entire body shuddered as it slipped free, his fluttering hole gaping around the emptiness.

  Jamie tossed the dildo aside before sliding back into Kyle’s body in one sloppy, easy glide. His well-stretched hole was loose and warm around his cock, wet from all the lube Jamie had used to open him up and the last lingering traces of his cum from before. Jamie lay down on top of Kyle, curling his arms around Kyle’s shivering body as he kissed him messily.

  “You took that so well,” Jamie said against his mouth. “You were so good for me, baby.”

  Kyle choked on a gasp as Jamie snapped his hips forward, fucking Kyle with intent now that nothing was in his way. No resistance remained in Kyle’s body, his hole loose around Jamie’s thick cock in a way it normally wasn’t. He ground his hips against Kyle’s ass, amazed at how easy it was to move inside that normally tight hole, before he picked up the pace again. Kyle kept his arms wrapped weakly around Jamie’s shoulders, one hand clinging to Jamie’s hair at the back of his head with shaking fingers.

  Jamie paused only long enough to shift position so he could hook Kyle’s legs over his arms before he planted both hands on the bed and chased his own orgasm with brutal intent. Jamie snapped his hips forward, pounding into Kyle with enough strength to push them up the bed. Kyle was too fucked out to try to stop their movement, mouth open on a silent cry as Jamie finally came with a shout, his entire body jerking as he spilled himself into Kyle’s loose hole. Jamie groaned through his release, hips rolling in tight little circles before he collapsed on top of Kyle.

  His softening cock was snug in loose heat, cum and lube seeping out of where they were joined. Jamie didn’t care that they’d made a mess of the bed. All that mattered was the blissed-out look on Kyle’s face when Jamie lifted his head to kiss the other man.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  Kyle’s only response was a lazy hum, eyes closed as he weakly kissed Jamie back. Jamie smiled against his mouth, carefully letting go of Kyle’s legs so he could stretch them out. Jamie propped himself up on his elbows and looked down between them as he pulled out, his cock shiny with lube and cum. They were a mess, but Jamie was more proud about that than anything else right then.

  “You,” Kyle said, swallowing around the syllables as his eyes finally fluttered open. “Jamie, I—”

  “Shh,” Jamie murmured, kissing him again. “Gonna take care of you right now.”

  Jamie reluctantly left Kyle on the bed to go to the attached bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. He cleaned himself up first, needing to rinse it out twice in order to get fully clean. Jamie brought a towel with him back to the bedroom, along with the washcloth, and carefully set about wiping Kyle clean. He went slow, easing the damp cloth between Kyle’s legs with gentle strokes to clean him up, mindful of every twitch of Kyle’s body as it touched sensitive skin.

  When they were
both as clean as they could be without a shower or bath, Jamie dropped the towels onto the floor and rearranged the covers until they were both underneath them. Jamie lay on top of Kyle beneath the layers of warmth, sliding his hands under the other man’s shoulders to hold him close.

  Kyle moved his head to the side, lips dragging over Jamie’s cheek as he wrapped his arms around Jamie to hold him there. “You’re all I need. Like this. Don’t want anyone else.”

  Jamie turned his head to fit their mouths together, drinking each other in through lazy kisses. Jamie could feel Kyle breathe against him, calm and easy now that he was coming down from his high. Jamie rolled them onto their sides, curling one leg over Kyle’s hips to fit him against Jamie’s body, unwilling to let go.

  “I only want you,” Jamie said against the top of Kyle’s head, holding him close.

  He wanted to say more, the words right on the tip of his tongue, but rare uncertainty held him back. He thought of last summer and a dream-like confession he wasn’t sure he was supposed to have heard, much less understood. But holding Kyle like this, Jamie thought maybe…maybe Kyle had meant it more than just for the sex they couldn’t get enough of when they were with each other.

  Because Jamie knew he would never get enough of Kyle, like this or in the middle of a firefight, knowing the other man would always have his six. Kyle was everything he never knew he wanted, much less needed, and giving him up would be impossible.

  “Thinking too hard,” Kyle murmured, breath warm against Jamie’s throat, voice muzzy in the way of one close to sleep.

  Jamie chuckled softly, holding him tighter. “I’m thinking about you. About us.”

  “Mm.” Kyle sighed against his skin, one hand gently stroking Jamie’s hip. “Not going anywhere.”

  No, he wasn’t.

  And neither was Jamie.

  8

  The Company You Keep

  Jamie set a mug of coffee down beside Katie’s work spot at the desk in the office they were both sharing on the first floor. Then he unscrewed the bottle of whiskey in his other hand and poured a generous amount into the cup.

  “I’m sorry about how I reacted last night,” he said.

  Katie’s hand swiped out cat-quick to grab the coffee, bringing it to her mouth. “Doesn’t sound like you’re sorry for what you said.”

  “Because I’m not. But I could’ve expressed myself better.”

  Katie held the coffee mug out to him. “Your apology sucks. Take it back.”

  Jamie sat down on the other side of the desk from her. He didn’t take the coffee mug. “You should have told me what was happening when it was happening.”

  “You had a role to play, Jamie. I didn’t need you thinking about what you were going to say because any hesitation would be too obvious. I was busy trying to keep Jansen out of everyone’s minds without him figuring out we’re metahumans.”

  “Don’t you think you doing that would tip him off to begin with?”

  Katie swallowed a large sip of coffee before grabbing the whiskey bottle to add a touch more to the cup. “I can mimic the wavelength of a human mind pretty damn accurately. I can’t guarantee Jansen will believe we presented as human, but I’m working on the assumption that I did my job right. Are you done second-guessing me? Because I have work to do.”

  Jamie tried not to wince. Apparently sleeping off her anger hadn’t happened as it had with him. “If you think we’re still in the clear, then all right. We’ll work off that assumption.”

  “You’ll know in a week,” Katie said, voice coming out clipped.

  “I can’t tell if you’re mad at me personally or the situation in general. Which is it, Katie?”

  Jamie hoped she answered. He didn’t want to have to order her to talk to him about this problem, because that would just make things worse. But they needed to get through this for the sake of the team and the sake of the mission. Problems started at the top and rolled downhill, and Jamie prided himself on being a proactive officer over one who let infighting happen in the ranks.

  “Do you need an answer or do you want an answer?” she asked.

  “Need.”

  Katie took a sip of her coffee and used her other hand to save what she was working on. All the holoscreens disappeared, minimized on the embedded desk screen below them. She leaned back in her seat and sighed tiredly, rubbing at her temple.

  “You’re playing this role a little too accurately and it grates. It’s honestly more me than you. You normally don’t question my field decisions,” she said.

  “We’re normally taking out targets in the field, not trying to get them to dance to our tune. This is different.”

  “Not for you.”

  Jamie tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing the crown molding along the edges and the shelves that held family heirlooms. “I’m trying not to regress too much.”

  “The mission seems to call for that. I just don’t like watching you become someone we both don’t like.”

  “This isn’t fun for me either, Katie.”

  “Most of it’s not fun for you.” She paused, then said, a bit teasingly, “I’d argue that you enjoyed the little show you and Kyle put on last night for everyone.”

  Jamie wasn’t even going to deny it. “Wished it was under better circumstances.”

  “Don’t we all?”

  Jamie leaned forward to steal her coffee and take a sip. The whiskey was almost too much paired with the coffee, a bitter burn that coated his mouth, but he swallowed it down anyway. “So how do we fix this? Sean’s idea has merits, but we both know there’s nothing outside of a Faraday cage or neuro-jammer gun or null power that can stop our abilities. And you can’t be there every time we meet with the enemy.”

  “I can build everyone shields against mental interference, but that’s a stop-gap measure. They won’t last forever, not without constant reinforcement by me, because your minds aren’t built for it.”

  How Katie had described her power in the beginning, when everything about their bodies was new, was a wall between her mind and the world. It formed out of an automatic function when Splice altered her brain structure along with everything else. If she wanted to use her telepathy, she had to consciously break the wall down in order to push her power out into the cacophony of billions of minds in the world. Her brain could handle the stress of her mental power; theirs couldn’t.

  “I think that’s a risk we’ll have to take,” Jamie said slowly. “How often would you have to rebuild our shields?”

  “Every couple of days.”

  “Then we go with Sean’s story of a new defensive tool the DOD authorized and we hope your shields are there when we need them.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m always sure of my second-in-command.”

  The faint smile Katie gave him was enough of a sign that she might have forgiven him for his assholery, at least for the moment. No telling what the future would bring.

  Someone rapped on the door just then before opening it up. Liam stuck his head inside and narrowed his eyes at them. “Is it safe?”

  “Come in and find out,” Katie told him.

  “Didn’t want to get in the middle of a row between you two. I’m delighted to see no one needs a medic,” Liam replied as he stepped inside.

  “We’re just finishing up. Is it time for you guys to leave already?”

  “Nearly. We have reservations at the Dorchester at thirteen hundred sharp, so let’s be off, Jamie. I’m famished.”

  “The Dorchester,” Jamie said, rolling his eyes. “You couldn’t have picked a more pretentious spot if you tried.”

  “Could’ve had tea with the queen, but then the spies wouldn’t get an eyeful.”

  “I’ll pass, thanks.”

  “Grab Kyle, would you, Jamie?” Katie said as she pushed back her chair and got to her feet. “I’ll build your shields before you go.”

  “I’ll get some paracetamol for the both of you,” Liam said, holdi
ng the door open for them.

  “Better make sure you get some for yourself. I’m shielding your mind as well.”

  Jamie chuckled at Liam’s exaggerated wince at that announcement. “If I have to suffer, you have to suffer.”

  “Your NCOs are hard as nails,” Liam sighed.

  “That’s how I like them.”

  It didn’t take Katie very long to shield everyone who was leaving. Donovan and Madison were acting as driver and bodyguard today and couldn’t escape having Katie muck around in their minds. The experience left Jamie with a faint headache that went away a lot quicker than everyone else’s save for Kyle’s. Jamie’s durability helped with that.

  “Go eat your fancy lunch,” Katie said as she walked them out to the SUV parked on the front drive. “If they have any tiny jam jars, steal some for me.”

  Jamie laughed, giving her a brief, sideways hug that she returned without hesitation. “All right. Jam it is.”

  They would be okay. The mission might drive them all crazy by the time it finished and they headed back to D.C., but hopefully they’d get through it whole. The sooner Jamie could shake off the ghost of who he used to be, the better he would feel.

  Alexei, as a rule, didn’t like spies.

  Growing up in a refugee city in a contested area, where getting ahead in the queue was tied to who you knew and who you could bribe, spies were everywhere and their allegiances varied. Everyone from the European Alliance’s Security Intelligence Service to the CIA to both Russia’s domestic intelligence arm, the Federal Security Service, and its military one, the Main Intelligence Directorate, and many others, all had their sticky fingers in the disrupted areas of the world.

  When he was with Strike Force, Alexei had held deep reservations about being seconded to the CIA during some of their missions. He’d worked with the agency because he wasn’t one to disobey orders, but after Geneva and Cora Everly’s betrayal, Alexei only had severe distrust for anyone with ties to any intelligence agency—and that included the MDF.