Wild Angels

by Bethany Brown

  “Patrick.”

  “Hmm?”

  Brad moaned as Patrick’s lips slid down his neck. “We need to leave.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want you to fuck me, and I don’t want it to happen in a parking lot.”

  “What?” Patrick moved away so quickly that Brad actually fell back against the door. There was surprise and a great deal of hunger in Patrick’s eyes. “Did you just say what I think you just said?”

  “Yes.” Brad reached up and gently touched Patrick’s cheek. “Let’s go.”

  “Anything for you, Angel,” Patrick breathed. Brad shivered slightly. He loved when Patrick called him Angel. He moaned when he felt lips brush against his forehead. Brad opened eyes that had slipped shut and held out his hand. When Patrick took it, he gave a soft tug and pulled him to the car.

  The drive home was quiet. Brad had thought that after mentioning to Patrick what he wanted, he would be nervous. He wasn’t. He had been thinking about it long enough that all he felt was a sense of excitement. He knew in his bones that Patrick wouldn’t hurt him. Brad felt a hand settle on his thigh, and he smiled. When the hand started to move slowly, Brad felt sparks of pleasure jolt through him. He shifted as he started to harden. He was hoping to make it home before he got too turned on and crashed the car. Thankfully, Patrick didn’t move his hand from his thigh until they got to the house. The moment he parked the car, Brad found himself practically dragged into the passenger seat.

  Brad gasped in surprise before giving himself over to the kiss. He opened to the onslaught of Patrick’s tongue. Feeling the wicked muscle dance around his own, Brad groaned and pulled Patrick closer. He buried his hands in the soft brown hair and tugged. His actions caused small whimpers to escape from the kiss. Brad wasn’t sure if they were his whimpers or Patrick’s. He didn’t really care. All he wanted was to feel Patrick’s hands on him. He tried to get closer and gasped in pain when he smacked his hip against the steering wheel.

  “Ow.”

  “Shit, baby, you okay?”

  “I hit myself on the steering wheel.”

  “Maybe we should get out of the car.”

  “I think that’s a good idea,” Brad replied. He pressed one last kiss to Patrick’s lips and then moved away. He slowly eased himself out from around the steering wheel, being careful not to bang into it again. When he got out of the car, he rubbed the part of his hip where he had hit the steering wheel. Patrick was waiting for him by the door. Brad saw the soft smile on his face and felt his insides melt.

  Brad walked up the steps and into Patrick’s arms. He slipped his arms around the detective’s waist and unlocked the door while giving him a kiss. Hearing the click of the lock, Brad started to walk Patrick into the house without breaking the kiss. He kicked the door shut behind him and wrapped both arms around his lover. Patrick moaned into the kiss and bit at his lips. Brad whimpered when the appealing mouth pulled away from his.

  “You sure that you want this, Angel? I don’t want to push.”

  “I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I want this.” Brad stared into rapidly darkening green eyes. “Take me to bed, Patrick.”

  Brad suddenly found himself minus his coat and being dragged down the hallway. He laughed as Patrick pulled him up the stairs and headed for the bedroom. He felt a brief flutter of nerves as they entered the room, but one look at Patrick had those nerves fading away. Brad wanted this. He wanted to feel Patrick deep inside him, where no one had ever been before.

  Once they reached the bedroom, Patrick pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Brad melted against his chest at the absolute sweetness of the kiss. He opened his mouth and pulled Patrick’s tongue inside, gently rubbing it with his own. The kisses in the car had removed all traces of beer from the other man’s mouth, so now all he could taste was pure Patrick. It was a taste to which he had become addicted.

  Brad slid his hands beneath Patrick’s shirt and ran one up the muscled chest while the other twined around the trim waist. His questing hand found what he was looking for. He gave the nipple ring a flick and was rewarded with a deep moan. Smiling against Patrick’s lips, he did it again. Brad really was incredibly fond of Patrick’s nipple ring. He pulled out of the kiss and used both of his hands to remove Patrick’s shirt. Once the nipple ring was bared to his sight, Brad wrapped his lips around it and tugged. He felt Patrick’s hands fist in his hair as he was pulled closer to the muscled chest. It appeared as though he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed his fascination with the nipple ring.

  The hands in his hair tightened and pulled upwards, forcing him to release the nipple. He opened his mouth to protest, but ended up with Patrick’s tongue in his mouth. Moaning happily, Brad returned the kiss with enthusiasm. As they kissed, Brad backed him toward the bed. Patrick grunted and broke the kiss as he hit the mattress. Brad leered down at him. It was like having his own private feast laid out before him. Yummy.

  Brad quickly shed his own shirt and pants and then, naked, knelt down and started to remove Patrick’s pants. He peeled the tight jeans from the lean body and tossed them behind him. Brad put his hands on Patrick’s ankles and then ran them up his legs as he stood. When he was back on his feet, Brad simply stared down at his lover.

  “Join me on the bed, Angel,” Patrick instructed. Brad took the hand that was held out to him and allowed Patrick to pull him onto the bed. He fell mostly on top of Patrick, and the other man’s arms immediately wrapped around him. Brad murmured in approval and licked his way from Patrick’s neck back to the nipple he had been playing with when he had been interrupted. He yelped in surprise when those strong arms tightened and the body beneath him rolled until Brad was on his back underneath the detective.

  “Hey, I was having fun.”

  “I noticed that, Angel, but if you want me inside of you, you need to stop driving me crazy.”

  “I drive you crazy?”

  “You make me need, Angel. All you have to do is smile at me.”

  Brad smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that effect on someone before. I like it.” He looped his hands behind Patrick’s neck.

  “Good. Now be quiet. I have things that I need to do.” With that said, Patrick shrugged Brad’s hands from his neck and moved down.

  Brad smiled softly as his hands hit the bed and then moaned when he felt Patrick’s tongue on his neck. He arched into the tongue that was bathing his throat. When teeth bit into his skin, Brad moaned and grabbed at Patrick’s shoulders. He slid one hand into Patrick’s hair and pulled his mouth tighter against his neck. Every nip against his neck sent jolts of pleasure flowing through him. He moved his hand away from Patrick’s injured shoulder so that he wouldn’t hurt him when he clenched his hands. He felt one more bite to his neck, causing him to clench his hands, and then Patrick’s mouth moved down to his collarbone.

  The only thing Brad was capable of doing was sprawling on the bed in bliss as Patrick played him like an instrument. His entire body was thrumming with pleasure. Patrick’s tongue left goose bumps in its wake as it traveled down his chest. Brad gasped and wove his fingers into Patrick’s hair as the hot mouth on his chest surrounded his nipple. As his nipple was licked and sucked, Brad briefly wondered what it would feel like if he had a piercing in it. When Patrick gently bit down, Brad howled and arched his back. The pleasant suction was transferred from one nipple to the other. Brad knew he was making incoherent pleasure sounds, but he didn’t care. It felt too good.

  The teasing mouth released his nipples and headed down his chest. Brad could feel Patrick’s tongue trace the muscles in his chest. He moaned and writhed beneath the onslaught. He was so hard he ached, and he could feel sweat forming on his skin. Patrick licked the indentation of his hip, and Brad moaned and bucked.

  “Mmm, you taste good, Angel.”

  “Patrick.” Brad could hear the low, pleading moan that his voice had become. “More.”

  “I’m getting there, Angel.”

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�Please.”

  “Hush.”

  Brad whimpered as a soft kiss was pressed to his stomach. He felt fingers trail across his hipbones, leaving tingles in their wake. He tried to shift his body, wanting to get Patrick’s hand or mouth wrapped around his cock. A frustrated growl escaped his throat as Patrick completely bypassed his cock with both mouth and hands. When Patrick started to lick where his thigh joined the rest of his body, Brad spread his legs further apart. Patrick’s mouth moved along the inside of his thigh, stopped, and started sucking up a mark. Brad gasped and moaned as his attention was suddenly focused on the sensitive skin of his thigh. When the sucking turned to long licks over the marked area, Brad panted and clenched his fists in the sheets.

  “Hand me the lube, Angel,” Patrick requested. Brad reached for the nightstand with trembling fingers. It took several tries for him to open the drawer. He managed to grab the lube and a condom, and then dropped the items into Patrick’s waiting hand. Another kiss was pressed to the mark on his thigh. “Are you sure about this, Brad?”

  The use of his first name startled Brad enough that he was able to open eyes he hadn’t even realized he had squeezed shut and look down his body at the man between his thighs. He could see the desire and passion in the green gaze, but there was also concern. Even in the middle of what they were doing, Patrick was willing to stop and make sure it was what Brad wanted. Brad reached out and traced a cheek with trembling fingers. “I’m sure.”

  Patrick gave him a slight nod and lifted his hips, slipping a pillow beneath them. Patrick’s mouth settled on his hip as Brad heard the sound of the lube being opened. Brad gasped softly as a cool, lubed finger pressed against his opening. He hissed slightly as that finger slowly pressed into him. There was a burn, but Patrick was moving slowly enough that it didn’t last that long. Brad shifted his hips at the new feeling. It was strange, but at the same time, he was enjoying it. The fingers of Patrick’s free hand ran over his chest and sides in teasing patterns. When a warm, wet mouth closed over his aching erection, Brad gasped and tried to thrust up. There was suddenly an arm across his hips, holding him down.

  Brad whimpered at the sensations that Patrick was causing in his body. The wet suction on his cock continued as another finger slid inside him. The feeling of fullness was odd and a little uncomfortable; then Patrick’s fingers hit something inside that made him see stars. Brad howled as pleasure shot through his entire body. “Shit!”

  “Say hello to your prostate, Angel.”

  “Do it again.”

  Patrick chuckled but complied with Brad’s wishes. As the pleasure ran through him, Brad found his erection once again inside the warm haven of Patrick’s mouth. God, the things that man could do with his tongue. He barely noticed when the third finger joined its friends inside him. Brad started rocking his hips, thrusting up into Patrick’s mouth and down against the fingers in his ass. He was enjoying a pleasure-induced haze when, suddenly, all of the sensations he was enjoying were taken away. He forced his eyes to focus on Patrick. Seeing that the other man’s lips were moving, Brad realized that he was talking to him.

  “Brad? You with me, Angel?”

  Brad nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “Okay, this may hurt a bit. Just keep breathing, okay?”

  Brad nodded. He spared a moment to notice that Patrick had managed to get the condom on, and then Patrick was sliding into him and everything else fled his mind. It burned more than the fingers had, but once the head was in, some of the pressure eased. Patrick’s cock felt fucking huge. Patrick stilled, and gentle fingers ran in soothing circles over his stomach. As Brad relaxed, he felt Patrick slide in further. This cycle continued until Patrick was fully inside him. When Patrick bottomed out, Brad gasped and opened his eyes. He found himself staring into the green eyes directly above him. The emotion he could see in them was staggering.

  “Patrick.” Brad was surprised to hear that his voice came out in an almost reverent whisper.

  Something must have shown in his eyes, because the green orbs above him softened even more. “I know, Angel. Trust me, I know.”

  Brad trembled softly as Patrick hands moved over his legs, pulling them to rest on Patrick’s strong shoulders. Brad was suddenly thankful that he played hockey every week. Having his legs in the air like that, braced on Patrick’s shoulders, was more of a stretch than he had expected, and Patrick hadn’t even started moving yet. Brad shifted a bit, getting used to the feel of Patrick inside him, and he managed to make Patrick’s cock brush against his prostate. The jolt of pleasure made him gasp. He gazed up into patient eyes and nodded.

  Keeping Brad’s eyes locked with his, Patrick slowly pulled out. Brad whimpered at the sensation, his hands running over Patrick’s arms. Patrick leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips at the same time as he thrust back inside. Brad let out a strangled gasp as the thrust hit his prostate. This was so much better than having Patrick stimulate it with his fingers. Brad moaned in pleasure and started to move his hips. His small motions alerted Patrick, who started thrusting again. It only took a few strokes for Brad to match Patrick’s rhythm.

  The entire time that they moved together, Brad kept his eyes locked with Patrick’s. He couldn’t stop looking into his lover’s eyes, and it appeared as though Patrick was feeling the same way. Brad could hear the small, hitching breaths he was taking as Patrick moved inside him. He kept gripping and releasing his lover’s arms; he was sure Patrick would have bruises in the morning. Patrick didn’t seem to care. When one of Patrick’s hands wrapped around his erection, Brad started to shake. He could feel the pleasure mounting inside.

  As the pressure of his impending orgasm increased, Brad started to moan. His moan increased in volume until he came with a keening howl, gripping Patrick’s arms so tightly he knew that his nails were digging in. Brad broke the intimate eye contact as he screamed out his completion, tossing his head back and closing his eyes as he felt warm semen hit his chest. He felt the condom-encased cock inside him throb and pulse as Patrick cried his name. Brad hissed softly as Patrick pulled out and lowered his legs to the bed.

  “Brad, Angel, are you okay?”

  Brad forced himself to look at Patrick when he heard the concern in his voice. He lifted a still-shaky hand to Patrick’s cheek. “I am more than fine.”

  “Good. It would kill me if I hurt you.” Patrick leaned forward and kissed him. “I’m going to go and grab something to clean us up.”

  Brad watched as Patrick left the room. He felt sleepy and sated. He’d had another man inside him for the first time, and it had been amazing. Brad knew that he had a dopey smile on his face, but he didn’t care. He felt too good to care.

  Patrick came back into the room with a damp cloth and wiped Brad off. “Think you can lift up for a minute?”

  “Maybe, why?”

  “You’re lying on the bedspread.”

  Brad giggled softly. “Oops.” He managed to lift up enough for Patrick to get the bedspread out from underneath him and get him into the bed. When they were both under the covers, Patrick curled into his arms. “Patrick?”

  “Yeah, Angel?”

  I think I’m in love with you. “That was wonderful.”

  “You were amazing, Angel.” A soft kiss was pressed to his chest. “Now get some sleep. I’ll make breakfast in the morning.”

  As Patrick drifted to sleep in his arms, cuddled happily against his chest, Brad had only one thought on his mind.

  Letting Patrick go was going to hurt.

  Patrick woke to the feeling of hands and lips sliding along his shoulders. He smiled into the pillow. He must have moved slightly, because the licking and petting suddenly stopped. Patrick stayed perfectly still as a warm body draped itself over his back.

  “You awake?”

  Patrick chuckled. “I could be. Why?”

  “Wanna play?”

  “Maybe.” Patrick moaned as a warm tongue traced over the tattoo on his back. He could almost see each of the numbers as he
felt Brad’s tongue trace them. Patrick shivered as Brad finished by licking across the entire tattoo.

  “So, what do the numbers stand for?”

  “It’s my badge number.”

  “It’s pretty.”

  “My badge number is pretty?”

  “Well, it’s more that your skin is pretty.” Brad licked his shoulder. “Tastes pretty good too.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “I might have to taste some more, just to make sure.”

  “Feel free to taste as much as you want.” Patrick smiled into the pillow as Brad started to kiss his way down his back. It felt like Brad was licking every inch of his skin. His fingers were running up and down Patrick’s sides, making him tremble slightly. Patrick was just starting to really enjoy the attention when the licking stopped.

  “Patrick?”

  “Yeah, Angel?”

  “Why does this scar have a date tattooed under it?”

  Patrick sighed into the pillow. He had known that this was eventually going to happen. “Because that is the date when I got shot.”

  “You got shot in the back?”

  “Just once.” The bed dipped as Brad crawled off of his back to settle next to him. Patrick rolled onto his side and ran a finger down his cheek.

  “How many times have you been shot?”

  “Twice.”

  “The one in your back was worse, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah. I had to learn how to walk again. Not good times.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You weren’t the one who shot me in the spine.” Patrick moved forward slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to Brad’s lips. “I’m fine.”