Knight slowed his pace and Slade matched him. He knew what his partner was doing. They had to make sure Knight’s tail saw them enter the gym.
“You can’t tell me that Stacey is the only one who assumed we are brothers and that they haven’t said something to you about it,” Knight commented and pushed Slade playfully.
Knight turned sideways and waited for Slade to retaliate. The position allowed him to glance back toward the cafeteria. His tail was watching them over the shoulder of another classmate.
Slade shoved Knight back and played perfectly into the scene that they were brothers just horsing around. He couldn’t wait until Knight was finished with training because he knew they would rock when they went undercover in the field.
“They have,” Slade jumped away from Knight again. “How do you want to play this out, bro?”
Knight snickered. “I am thinking hand to hand always brings us close.”
Slade stifled a moan as he pulled open the door to the gym. “Yeah it does. In all the right ways, too.” Slade shot Knight a wink and before the door closed, caught sight of Knight’s tail headed in their direction.
Seventeen
Knight and Slade heard the soft whoosh of the gymnasium door close behind them as they stepped into the sparring room they had used before. Both men removed their boots and weapons, just like the last time, but unlike the last time, they met each other in the center of the mat.
“You know, I am one of the hand-to-hand instructors here when I’m not on a case,” Slade commented while they circled.
“Then I think I will enjoy hand-to-hand training,” Knight replied, and dodged Slade’s first blow.
“Of course you will.” Slade stepped forward again and initiated an attack that involved his knees and elbows.
They separated again and Knight’s eyes flicked passed Slade’s shoulder toward the door. Slade knew that Knight wouldn’t take his eyes off him if they were seriously sparring. Knight was just checking to see if his tail had arrived yet to observe them.
“You like it when I take you down,” Slade smirked and couldn’t keep the lust from his tone.
“Yeah, bro, I do,” Knight met Slade’s gaze, winked, and initiated his own attack. Slade easily blocked his fists and leg sweeps before they separated again.
“Maybe I should do it again,” Slade practically purred. “Put you down… down on your knees and make you stay there.” Knight growled and Slade knew he wasn’t the only one who was getting turned on by this farce of a sparring match.
“Maybe you should,” Knight licked his lips and minimally defended himself against Slade’s next attack. He wanted Slade to take him down; wanted to be under his partner again and it had nothing to do with misleading his tail.
Knight hit the mat, chest down, and was sure Slade’s takedown looked more painful than it actually was. In fact, Knight knew it did because it didn’t hurt him at all. He expected Slade’s leg behind his and the spin that sent his balance flying to cause him to fall face first to the mat. Knight’s palm slapped the mat to make his fall sound even more painful. However, Slade still landed on his back, but his partner absorbed most of the impact through his arms that were by Knight’s head.
Just feeling Knight beneath him again in this position had Slade hard as a rock. He didn’t need to fake his arousal for his brother so he didn’t resist lowering his mouth to bite the back of Knight’s neck.
Knight groaned. The combination of Slade’s weight pressing him down, the feel of the man’s hard cock on his ass, along with the scrape of teeth on his neck was too much for him to remain silent. He twisted his weight to turn and Slade hardly gave him enough room to roll onto his back.
Slade allowed Knight to move, but barely waited until his partner was settled before he aggressively attacked Knight’s mouth. He had missed the taste of Knight over the last few days and was going to take his fill.
Knight moaned at the ruthlessness of Slade’s kiss. He felt his lip split, but didn’t care as he thrust up into his partner. His hands grasped Slade’s hair and his fingers tightened into a fist to exert some control over the violent attack on his mouth. It was a fight to control Slade just as his partner was attempting to control him.
They had to breathe because the sharp inhalations and exhalations through their noses were not enough. They broke apart at the same time, as if mentally synced, and just stared at one another.
“Fuck,” Slade whispered on a panted breath and rested his head on the mat next to Knight’s neck.
“Yeah,” Knight agreed and partially closed his eyes to look at the door while he licked up the side of Slade’s neck.
Slade shivered from the wet heat of Knight’s tongue. “Your tail still there?” He whispered and chuckled when his hot breath on Knight’s neck made his partner moan.
“Yeah.” Knight nibbled on Slade’s ear and moved his hands from Slade’s hair to caress down Slade’s sides. “He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but he’s still taking pictures with his phone.”
Slade chuckled again and it caused his body to vibrate against Knight which in turn caused Knight to moan again.
“God, stop making that noise or your tail will see way more than would be good for either of us while you’re in training,” Slade grumbled and raised his head to look at Knight.
“Then stop breathing on me like that. You know it shoots straight to my cock,” Knight grinned.
Slade leaned down and kissed his partner’s grin away. He wanted Knight’s cock to shoot, but knew it wasn’t wise with an audience; especially, this audience.
“I know several things that shoot straight to your cock,” Slade whispered against Knight’s lips and pushed down with his hips.
Knight couldn’t help the moan that he breathed into Slade’s mouth. “Fuck.”
“Stop making that sexy as fuck noise. You’re fucking killing me,” Slade said again.
“Then stop making me,” Knight repeated, his tone full of challenge and his gaze full of mischief.
“Never,” Slade replied before giving Knight a peck on the lips before he pushed himself off Knight so that his partner could stand.
Knight adjusted his hard as hell cock before he lifted his arms over his head and stretched. The whole time his eyes roamed Slade’s body and he didn’t try to disguise his hunger. He pointedly let his gaze linger on Slade’s bulging erection and licked his lips.
Knight’s teasing was killing him. Just looking at his partner’s plump lips while he licked them and Knight staring at his cock made Slade want to feel those lips wrapped around his cock again. Wrapped around him while he thrust deep enough that Knight made those hot-as-hell gagging noises again.
“Stop it,” Slade growled and adjusted his aching dick.
Slade held out a hand and pulled when Knight took it. He wasn’t surprised when Knight let his momentum carry him closer.
“Tail’s gone,” Knight whispered and leaned in to kiss Slade.
Slade reluctantly broke their kiss. “Doesn’t matter. We can’t do anything here.”
“Position compromised,” Knight frowned and touched his forehead to Slade’s.
“It is,” Slade lifted his head and stepped out of Knight’s embrace.
“My room isn’t,” Knight offered impulsively while they tied their boots. Slade raised a brow at him while they tucked their weapons away. “Shit, it probably is compromised, too, but I don’t care,” Knight added when he remembered his tapped laptop.
“Probably,” Slade agreed and they left the gym.
Knight didn’t comment until they were almost back to his dorm door. “You gonna tell me what had you so stressed earlier?”
“Yeah. Let’s head to your room,” Slade replied and held the door open.
“You know the laptop likely isn’t the only thing bugged in my room.” Knight glanced at his partner.
“You’re already assigned to Fish’s team and he’s already partnered us up,” Slade pointed out when they stepped int
o the hallway. “If they bugged your room then they deserve to hear me fuck you through the mattress, wall, or any other surface I can take your ass on in that shoebox of a room.” Slade grinned wickedly.
Knight knew Slade avoided his question by trying to distract him with sex. He was content to let Slade think his ploy worked because just the thought of Slade fucking his brains out and whoever had possibly bugged his laptop getting an ear full of what Knight knew would be hot, aggressive sex made Knight grin and his cock twitch.
He opened the door to his room and pushed it wide to allow Slade to enter. Knight glanced down the hall toward the room that belonged to his tail. The guy’s door was cracked just enough that Knight could see him. The smartass in Knight rose again and he didn’t resist sending the guy a saucy wink before he followed his partner through the door to his room.
Knight’s back closed the door when Slade slammed into him. His hands only flailed for a moment to catch his balance before they gripped Slade’s waist.
As if planned, both men pulled on the other’s shirt to get to skin. They thrust and rubbed against each other while their moans filled the small room when their cocks rubbed together. Slade’s teeth dragged along the side of Knight’s neck while he pressed his hands against Knight’s skin between his jeans and T-shirt.
“Off,” Slade demanded and pushed up Knight’s T-shirt to bare his small, dark nipples.
Slade’s mouth left his neck and latched onto his right nipple before Knight could raise his arms any further. He pushed Slade’s hips away from his groin and was surprised Slade actually moved.
Slade broke the suction he had on Knight’s nipple and stepped back until he was between the bed and the desk. His eyes never left Knight’s when he reached behind his back and removed his .9 mil from his waistband. Slade sat his weapon on Knight’s dresser and took his own advice. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. Knight’s eyes never left his when he dropped his shirt to the floor and he smirked.
Knight’s breath hitched when he finally tore his gaze away from Slade’s incredibly blue eyes and settled on Slade’s chest for the first time. They zeroed in on the tattoo on Slade’s chest. He had known about the tribal bands on his partner’s arms, but for some reason, he never expected to see ink on the man’s chest.
The light in his room was too dim to make out the design, but that didn’t stop Knight’s desire to trace Slade’s ink with his tongue. He intended to do just that when he removed his own weapon from the small of his back. Slowly, Knight lifted his gaze back to Slade’s eyes that were so close in color to his own and he approached his partner. He didn’t bother to look away when he sat his own .9 mil on his dresser next to Slade’s.
They were chest to chest when Slade spoke again. “You’re overdressed,” Slade’s voice was quiet and lust filled.
Knight didn’t reply with words. He crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt to pull it smoothly up his chest and over his head. It joined Slade’s on the floor. His fingers barely left his shirt before his hands were unbuttoning his black tactical pants. One good tug was all it took to pop the vertical line of buttons that trapped his straining cock.
Slade hissed in a breath when Knight opened his pants. His partner’s erection was outlined perfectly in his tight briefs and even in the low light of the desk lamp; Slade could see a wet patch from Knight’s leaking cock. He could feel his own dick leaking pre-cum and soaking his briefs, but resisted the urge to free himself just yet.
“You’re overdressed,” Knight echoed Slade’s earlier words. He stepped forward and unbuttoned Slade’s jeans.
“God, I need to be buried in you,” Slade tilted his head back and groaned when Knight freed his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.
“I bet you do,” Knight whispered against Slade’s neck and sucked the skin above Slade’s Adam’s apple into his mouth. His hands never stopped working on Slade’s jeans until he finally had room to wrap his hand around his partner’s hard cock.
Slade jolted in Knight’s hand at the first touch of his partner’s warm palm on his hard flesh. He had no control over his body’s reaction. Slade’s hands pushed into Knight’s pants and briefs at his hips and he shoved the material down impatiently.
Knight’s clothes slipped down smoothly, but his briefs snagged on his hard-on. He winced when his cock jarred against the material. He moved a hand to free himself, but Slade’s hand grasped him first. Knight only had a moment to enjoy Slade’s touch before his partner spun him and shoved him face down onto his bed.
Slade followed through on his movement. He lay atop Knight just like he had in the gym. His chest pressed against Knight’s beautifully tattooed back and his cock resting in the cleft of Knight’s ass.
They were both still trapped in their pants, boots still on, so they were forced to enjoy what skin contact they could get unless they wanted to separate to remove everything. They didn’t.
Knight pushed back into Slade wantonly and felt his partner’s cock glide through the crack of his ass. Slade met his thrust up with a thrust down and Knight tried to move his legs to get enough leverage so he could feel more. His tactical pants were holding his legs hostage and he growled out his frustration while he tried to pull himself up further on the bed.
Slade wanted nothing more than to adjust the angle of his cock so he could thrust into Knight. He had no doubt that Knight wanted the same thing when he felt his partner try to get his knees into a better position. Slade didn’t need a better position, but he did need something.
“Tell me you have supplies,” Slade demanded against Knight’s neck before he bit him hard on his jugular.
Pain flared in Knight’s neck and he moaned at the same time his cock twitched uncomfortably against the bed. Unconsciously, he tilted his head to give Slade better access to his neck. His neck was one of the spots that if enough attention was applied, he’d cum. Knight knew that Slade was aware of how sensitive he was there, but he doubted Slade knew to what extent fucking with his neck could do to him.
“Fuck,” Knight cursed and pushed back against Slade again. He could feel his partner dripping between his cheeks. The slick slide of Slade’s cock, every time his partner moved, only made Knight want to feel Slade buried deep inside of him more.
Slade’s hand gripped Knight’s hip hard to control his movement. He was holding on by a thread not to cum from the slick friction Knight’s ass was providing his cock.
“Where?” Slade practically begged to be told where a condom could be found.
“Fuck,” Knight repeated. “Don’t have anything!”
The regret in Knight’s reply sounded physically painful to Slade’s ear. It was, for them both.
“Shit,” Slade cursed and pushed up and off Knight.
Before Knight could protest at his withdrawal, Slade dropped to his knees and spread Knight’s ass cheeks wide. His partner’s muscles were firm and taut from grinding up to feel more of Slade and down into the mattress for some sort of friction. Still, Slade pulled Knight’s cheeks apart enough to bury his face between his partner’s glutes. He didn’t pause to lick or tease. No, he nipped at the puckered hole he wanted to bury his cock in deeply.
A shout of protest wanted to erupt from Knight when Slade lifted off him, but that shout died in his throat when he felt Slade spread him wide. The shout didn’t stay dead though and it escaped at the first touch of Slade’s teeth to the sensitive skin of his asshole. He shouted out a curse that the whole floor was sure to hear and bucked back wildly.
Slade didn’t pause to grin or smile at Knight’s reaction. He was too consumed by his partner’s scent and taste. Nibbles on soft sensitive skin turned into sucking kisses. Those kisses turned into licks and tongue thrusts to taste more. He gave no thought to his aching cock as it bobbed between his legs and Knight’s bed, nor did he give any thought to the finger bruises his brutal hold on Knight’s ass were more than likely leaving. No, all Slade thought about was burying his tongue as deep as possible to tast
e as much of Knight as he could.
Knight’s cock rubbed harshly against the blanket on his bed every time he pushed back into Slade’s face. The friction was welcome even if Knight did want to feel more than Slade’s tongue in his ass. Almost as if Slade read his mind, Knight felt fingers join the tongue that had him on the verge of cumming.
The sounds of pleasure that came from Knight filled the room and were almost enough to make Slade cum without even touching himself. Those moans and groans shot straight to his cock when he added two fingers to his tongue. The noises Knight made increased and made Slade’s balls contract. He twisted his fingers all the while fucking and licking Knight’s hole, which was practically sucking his fingers in further, until he found the soft bundle of nerves that he knew would make Knight see stars.
Slade pressed on Knight’s prostate and his partner stiffened with a shout. He was sure the whole dorm heard Knight before the uncontrollable jerks and twitches of orgasm wracked his partner’s body.
Eighteen
Knight couldn’t breathe. He collapsed on his bed and rode out the feeling of floating that his orgasm gave him. He felt Slade move behind him, felt his partner removing his boots then his pants and briefs, but he could do nothing but lay there like a glop of mushy noodles. Knight knew that he should at least get Slade off, but he just couldn’t seem to make his body move.
A thump, then another, followed by the rustling of clothes registered in Knight’s brain before he felt the bed dip next to him. He cracked an eye and saw Slade smiling down at him.
“You wreck me,” Knight mumbled. “Give me a second and I’ll return the favor.”
Slade looked down at the dopey expression on Knight’s face and couldn’t help but smile. It said a lot about the man that he wasn’t so absorbed with his own orgasm to not care about making sure Slade got off as well. Not many men would care about satisfying a partner after having their world rocked like Slade had just rocked Knight’s.
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