Knight groaned when his chest hit the mat and Slade landed on top of him, perfectly fucking on top of him. All of his anger, frustration, and aggression fled. His new partner’s body pressed down into him from shoulders to calves. Just feeling Slade’s weight on top of him caused another groan to rumble in his throat.
“I’m done fighting with you tonight, Knight.”
Slade’s voice ghosted into Knight’s ear on a hot breath and instantly caused Knight’s semi-hard cock to perk up and take notice.
“You’ve got some anger issues,” Slade voice continued to whisper in Knight’s ear. “You’re gonna get them under control so you don’t get us fucking killed in the field. And if you can’t get your shit under control, I’ll beat the fuck out of you every time you fly off the handle until you do.”
The words Slade spoke didn’t matter to Knight. It was his new partner’s sincerity that, for some reason, fueled his endorphins. The endorphins that were from anger less than two minutes ago had now morphed into arousal.
Slade felt Knight groan a second time, more than he heard the man make the noise. The sound was sexy as fuck and having Knight beneath him again made Slade think of them on Knight’s kitchen floor last Friday. Just the thought made him remember how responsive his new partner was to his touch and caused his dick to instantly harden.
Shit, Slade cursed because he knew exactly where they were headed. Hell, where he was taking them and he didn’t fucking care. He wanted the man under him and he was going to have him. Regardless of where they were.
Thirteen
Knight moaned deeply when he felt Slade’s erection press against his ass. He rarely bottomed, but there was just something about Slade’s ability to overpower him that made him consider going there with the man. It made him want to feel Slade buried deep inside of him until all of Slade’s power made him scream.
Knight pushed his ass up into Slade’s groin and was rewarded with a soft curse in his ear and a hand trying to get between his hip and the mat.
Slade pushed down into Knight’s ass harder when he felt his new partner press up into him. He sought to undo Knight’s tactical pants because he had to touch. Now.
Knight lifted up enough to give Slade better access to his aching cock. His own hand joined Slade’s between him and the floor to unbutton his pants. He wanted, fuck, needed, Slade to touch him. Between the two of them they got Knight’s pants open enough for Slade to do just that and Knight couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that rumbled in his throat.
The moment Slade wrapped his hand around Knight’s cock, Slade groaned at the same time as Knight and his partner thrust roughly into his fist. Pre-cum leaked copiously from Knight’s cock and provided the lube he needed to stroke Knight smoothly.
Knight had pushed up onto his forearms and his knees to give Slade more room under him. Slade was still draped over him from chest to knees, but Knight didn’t feel his partner’s weight. All he felt was Slade’s hand gripping his cock and stroking forcefully while Slade’s cock rubbed into the cleft of his ass. It was that sensation, feeling Slade’s hardness that pushed him closer to orgasm.
“A finger in your ass the only thing you’ve ever had there, Knight?” Slade breathed heavily against Knight’s neck just below his ear which caused Knight to moan. He continued to rut against Knight’s muscular ass and stroke him.
“Or maybe you’ve had more than a finger, want more.” Slade bucked his hips to emphasize his words and Knight’s head fell forward and he panted out another groan. The sound was nothing but pure encouragement to Slade’s ears. “You like the idea, don’t you?”
Slade breathed hard. He was getting just as worked up as Knight from his smut talk. “You like thinking of my cock being buried in your hot ass, balls deep, until you scream my name?”
Slade felt Knight jerk erratically into his fist and he knew the man was close. Shit, he was close, too. Slade tightened his grip on Knight’s cock and gave a wicked twist of his wrist on the upstroke. At the same time, he growled harshly in Knight’s ear.
“Cum,” Slade ordered, and Knight obeyed.
Knight panted and hot wetness soaked into his T-shirt while Slade continued to gently stroke him. His new partner’s touch was more of a caress to rub all his cum into his abs than it was anything else. For that, Knight was thankful because he was currently sensitive as hell. Slade’s hard cock still pressed into his ass and Knight dropped his head to the mat.
Slade stopped caressing Knight’s cock and moved his hand away when Knight’s head hit the mat. He was surprised that Knight hadn’t collapsed fully on the mat after he came. Slade braced his cum covered hand on Knight’s hip and let his partner’s T-shirt soak up most of the spunk before he started to sit back on his knees. However, Knight’s hand shot back and slapped Slade’s jean covered hip to halt his movement. Slade stopped out of curiosity about Knight’s reaction to his movement.
Once Knight was sure Slade wasn’t moving off him, he collapsed and rolled over onto his back in one smooth motion. His shift in position was so quick and seamless that Slade still hovered above him. That was just where Knight wanted the man to be. Well, closer to where Knight wanted him to be.
Knight had moved so swiftly that Slade was frozen in place. Neither of them spoke. Pale blue eyes met darker blue and Knight’s hand lifted to grasp the back of Slade’s neck. Slade didn’t fight Knight when the man pulled him down into a kiss. The kiss was heated, almost as if Knight hadn’t already cum.
“You have a filthy mouth,” Knight whispered against Slade’s lips when they broke apart to breathe.
“Yeah, I do,” Slade agreed and smiled against Knight’s lips. “But you…” Slade gasped before he could continue to accuse Knight of liking the smut he spoke.
Knight knew what Slade was about to say and Slade was right, he did like Slade’s dirty talk, but he wasn’t about to let Slade’s sexy voice distract him from his goal. He cupped Slade’s jean covered erection and grinned against Slade’s mouth when the man gasped. The desperation to taste Slade was so strong that Knight used both hands to free his partner’s hard cock from his tight jeans.
Another gasp of pleasure against Knight’s lips escaped Slade’s mouth when Knight freed him from the confines of his jeans. Slade couldn’t have stopped his hips from thrusting into Knight’s touch even if he’d wanted to.
“Let me taste you,” Knight’s voice ghosted through the hairs-breath of space between their lips. “Now.”
Knight’s hands pulling on his hips registered in Slade’s mind before Knight’s words. His body was moving; knees shimmying up Knight’s sides, before Slade even realized where he was going. Not that he wouldn’t have moved his aching cock closer to Knight’s mouth after his partner’s request. Slade stopped moving over Knight’s body when his knees rested in his partner’s armpits. Knight’s biceps draped over his thighs and the man’s hands palmed his ass.
“Put your cock in my mouth Slade, like I know you want to.” Knight’s lust graveled voice filled the air around them and he winked up at Slade with a smug expression on his face.
Slade grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it toward Knight’s kiss swollen lips. Knight licked his lips and the sight was almost enough to make Slade paint Knight’s handsome face with his cum.
“You got a filthy mouth too,” Slade growled out.
Knight smirked and lifted his head. At the same time, he pulled Slade’s ass toward him so forcefully that Slade lost his balance. Slade’s cock slipped between Knight’s lips at the same time Slade’s hands slapped the mat above his head.
Knight was overwhelmed by the taste of Slade’s pre-cum and the sensation of his silk covered hardness rubbing against his tongue and filling his mouth. Head was not something Knight enjoyed often and he knew he wasn’t very good at sucking dick. Still his enthusiasm and desire overruled his self-doubt about his skills and caused him to gag when he tried to take more than he could handle. For some reason, being gagged turned him on.
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bsp; Slade wanted to let his partner set the pace so he grit his teeth and tried desperately not to thrust down Knight’s throat when he fell forward. However, Knight’s hands on his ass encouraged him to do just that so he began to thrust shallowly into the hot warmth Knight was offering. Knight’s hands pushed on his ass more firmly. Slade finally gave in and pumped his hips forward to bury his cock as deep in Knight’s mouth as he could.
Knight gagged at his sudden intrusion and Slade pulled back. What Knight was doing felt awesome, but he didn’t want to choke his new partner if the guy couldn’t deep throat. Slade didn’t need to be deep throated to get off from a blow job. However, he only managed three more shallow thrusts before his mind registered that Knight was trying to force him deeper again.
Slade glanced down between his arms. His eyes locked with Knight’s pale blue gaze and he complied by thrusting harder. Knight gagged again so Slade pulled back and resumed thrusting shallowly. His eyes never left Knight’s and he watched with fascination when Knight lifted his head off the mat and forced Slade’s cock deeper. And gagged. Knight pulled back barely enough to swallow before he repeated the action and gagged again.
“Fuck!” Slade cursed. Hearing Knight gag on his cock was the hottest thing he had ever heard and seeing the man’s eyes water was all it took to make his gut tighten. “You like gagging on my dick don’t you, my little cocksucker,” Slade panted out breathlessly.
Slade’s filthy words made Knight’s cock twitch. The first time he gagged on Slade, his spent dick decided it wasn’t that spent and hardened again. Every time he gagged, his orgasm took another step toward release.
Apparently, gagging and smut talk do it for me. Who knew? Not me. Knight would have grinned at his thought had his mouth not been full of Slade.
Knight’s eyes said everything his mouth couldn’t because Slade was buried in the hot heat. Slade thrust roughly again and Knight gagged so violently that tears escaped his eyes and trickled down toward his ears before they soaked into his dark hair. The sight was hot-as-fuck and sent the tingle that had been building at the base of his spine to shoot straight to his balls.
“Fuck!” Slade cursed again and continued to thrust. Knight continued to gag and his eyes continued to tear.
The next moment more tears fell from Knight’s eyes again, Slade exploded. His cock pulsed into Knight’s mouth and the man sucked on him like he was sucking a thick shake through a narrow straw. Still, regardless of how much Knight tried to swallow his load, cum still spilled from the corners of his lips. The sight of his cum running erotically down Knight’s cheeks until it streamed along his neck to drip onto the mat distracted Slade while he fought not to collapse on Knight’s face. It wasn’t until his cock slipped from Knight’s lips that the now cooling wet spot registered on his back.
Knight let his head fall back to the mat and finally felt relaxed while he caught his breath. All the tension, the frustration and irrational anger, was gone. Whether it was because he just blew it out of his cock all over Slade’s back or if it was because of Slade himself, Knight didn’t know nor really care. Right now, he was relaxed, he was mellow and that was all he gave a shit about when Slade collapsed next to him on the mat.
Silence settled around them and they each eventually tucked themselves away. This was the second time they had busted a nut together and neither man doubted it would be the last, but neither of them felt the need to speak right away.
“My back is wet,” Slade said out of the blue because he felt Knight’s cum soaking into his skin through his damp T-shirt.
“My throat’s raw,” Knight countered and turned his head lazily to look at Slade. A slow smile graced his lips.
Slade chuckled as he pushed himself up to his feet. He didn’t look at Knight while he put his boots on and stuffed his gun into his waistband against his spine.
Knight followed Slade’s lead after he wiped his tears from his face and Slade’s cum from his neck. He didn’t say anything either as they left the gym. There really wasn’t anything to say or so he thought while they walked side by side to Knight’s dorm.
Slade held the dorm door open for Knight and when his partner went to pass him, he reached out and grabbed his arm. Knight stopped in the doorway and turned toward him. He raised a brow in question.
“Am I going to have to fuck the anger out of you on a regular basis?” Slade watched Knight’s eyes go hard for a moment before his partner’s gaze softened a bit.
“Maybe,” Knight replied softly and the side of his lip quirked up as he stepped closer to Slade. “More than likely. At least while I suffer through this bullshit training.”
“You’ve only been here two days, Knight,” Slade reached up and grasped his partner behind the neck. “You’ll learn new shit, but I’ll see what I can do so you don’t have to suffer through the shit you already know.” Slade leaned forward and touched their foreheads together for a moment before pulling back.
“But, if I need to kick your ass every time before getting you off to keep you on an even keel,” Slade grinned. “Then don’t think I won’t.”
“Hmm,” Knight murmured. “That’s not really an incentive to stop me from getting pissed off.”
“The incentive is not having to kick your ass before getting you off,” Slade smirked and pushed Knight back. “Go get some sleep. You need to be rested for your boring training tomorrow.”
Knight stepped through the dorm door that Slade still held open with his other hand. He looked over his shoulder and grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”
“I’ll see what I can do, Knight,” Slade promised.
“Thanks,” Knight replied and meant it. “Night, Slade,” Knight said before he turned and climbed the stairs.
“Yep, ditto,” Slade replied.
Knight opened his room door and thought about Slade’s promise. If Slade could somehow arrange for him to be fast tracked through some of the shit he already knew and get him back in the field sooner, then all the better for Knight. Hell, all the better for both of them because he had a feeling Slade was itching to get back into the field as well.
Fourteen
“The art of surveillance is more than just sitting in a car and snapping pictures.”
Agent Monroe paced as she lectured the class and Knight resisted commenting ‘no shit, Sherlock.’ He was sure his comment wouldn’t be welcomed. But, damn if the temptation wasn’t strong.
“Surveillance comes in many forms: a car or building to observe, placing and monitoring recording devices, sifting through electronic data, digging through garbage,” Monroe counted out on her fingers. She paused dramatically and scanned the room before she continued. “Or the most dangerous type, interacting directly with the suspects you are surveilling.”
Knight snorted at her theatrics and ignored the glances from his classmates that were within hearing range.
“Now, not all of you will ever end up in the position of interacting with the suspects who are the object of your surveillance. But, that doesn’t reduce the danger associated with gathering intelligence through surveillance.”
“Bullshit,” Knight mumbled quietly, but apparently he wasn’t as quiet as he thought. Several of his classmates turned to look at him. Some glared and others appeared surprised he commented.
“You disagree, Trainee Knight?” Monroe focused her attention on him, but he didn’t flinch at being singled out. He didn’t hesitate to answer either. He had no problem stating his opinion, especially when he knew he could poke holes in the agent’s statement.
“I do,” Knight met Monroe’s gaze.
“Please stand, Trainee Knight, and share your reasoning with us all,” Monroe requested and acted as if she already knew she could pick apart any argument he offered.
Knight stood and never broke Monroe’s stare. He had the feeling, by the way her chocolate-brown eyes seemed to drill into him, that the woman was used to students being intimidated. He wasn’t.
“Computer analysts and techs need to un
derstand the elements of surveillance, but they are not put in the same level of danger as those in the field who are interacting with a suspect.” Knight paused as if any idiot should be able to figure this out and to allow Monroe to comment. For a moment he thought she wouldn’t.
“So in the Reverend Johnson cult case that was trafficking and using large amounts of LSD and the four agents who were killed in their surveillance van were what? Killed accidentally because they were not in any danger?” Monroe raised a brow at him and turned a smart-assed smile to the rest of the class. She pursed her lips and Knight was sure she had never had a trainee hijack her class before, as he was currently doing.
“There is a risk to any field agent, but the danger correlates exponentially to the level of their interaction with the suspect in which they are conducting surveillance.” Knight braced himself for Monroe’s reaction to what he was about to say next.
“An agent sitting in a car or van doing surveillance risks being exposed if the suspect becomes aware of them. If that happens, the chances are, the suspect will modify their behavior to prevent the surveillance team from continuing to monitor them. What happened in the Johnson case is an almost unheard of occurrence. Most of those types of surveillance teams never end up under the threat of death. When they do, it is usually the fault of the team screwing up.”
“Trainee Knight makes a valid point. The surveillance team on the Johnson case did, as Trainee Knight so elegantly put it, screw up. It is the undercover field operatives who have the greatest risk of being killed if they are exposed.” Monroe gave Knight a slight nod. “Thank you Trainee Knight.” Monroe said neutrally and Knight took his seat.
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