“A bit soon to meet the family, I know, but let me help you forget about it for a little bit.”
Frank still looked confused. Angel took him to the house where they’d had sex the first time—the place he’d been staying while Frank had been gone too. It felt like a lifetime ago and he needed to touch Frank. Wanted Frank inside him. He’d never had the need before. Usually he was the guy who said no ass play, but this was Frank, not that he’d never had someone fuck him, but that would have been when he’d first started exploring.
Angel paused at the door and pushed Frank against it, pressing their lips together. “I want you to make love to me, Frank.”
Frank’s gasp was enough for Angel to slip his tongue inside and take the kiss deeper. He was getting hard and needed to be out of his pants. He moved away and pulled Frank from the door, but Frank didn’t budge. Angel jerked back—he hadn’t been expecting the resistance.
“Did you just say—?” Frank all but whispered.
“Having troubles there, Frank?” Angel grinned and cupped Frank’s cock through his pants.
“I wouldn’t be if you and your brother would stop trying to shock me.” Frank was panting now.
Angel could tell he was getting just as excited about the prospect of hot ‘I’m so alive’ sex.
Angel grabbed Frank’s shirt and brought him closer. “Not trying to shock you, just letting you know what I want. Now, you coming?” Angel winked.
“Not yet—but soon I’m sure.”
Angel threw back his head and laughed. He had to wipe at his eyes. Not at all what he’d been expecting, but that was a good thing. Frank kept him on his toes.
“Now that”—Angel pointed at Frank—“that sounds like something I’d say.”
Angel opened the door to the house and pushed Frank inside, shutting and locking the door behind them.
“I thought I was going to lose you, Angel.” Frank was back to whispering, his voice hoarse, and tears pooled in his eyes.
Angel couldn’t have that. There would be time to reflect later. Right now? It was time to prove that they hadn’t lost each other.
“At least you followed directions.” Angel pulled Frank’s shirt off.
“Huh?” Frank returned the favour.
“Remember—don’t die.” Angel kissed Frank on the forehead. He brushed his hands over Frank’s nipples and caressed his stomach.
That had been one of the most important orders he’d ever given and he’d never been as thankful as he was right now that it had been followed to the letter.
“Oh, right—yeah, close call, huh?” Frank nodded. He touched and stroked Angel’s skin as well. They couldn’t get enough of each other and they weren’t even completely undressed yet.
“Never again,” Angel breathed. The words had been almost silent, but Frank must have heard him because he stopped moving.
“What?” Angel was confused—they were getting naked, right? And he’d meant it—never. It couldn’t happen again or Angel might not make it. Frank would understand. He had to.
“It’s your job. How can you say that?” Frank tilted his head to one side, studying Angel.
“Oh…” Angel waved that off. “I’m retiring.” He went back to trying to get Frank out of his pants. He should have had him take his boots off first, but he wasn’t thinking straight. It took him a second to realise Frank still hadn’t budged. Getting naked was supposed to be a joint effort.
“Angel, you can’t just quit.” Frank put both hands on one of Angel’s shoulders to stop him.
“The hell I can’t. I’m done, I put in my time,” Angel assured him and hoped they’d get back to naked time.
“They still need you,” Frank almost pleaded with him.
“Bull.” He was too old to keep up the undercover stuff and he might have been exposed—it was time to hang his hat up and retire. He didn’t understand why Frank was so concerned. It would be better for both of them if he quit.
“Weren’t you talking about corruption?” Frank tried again, but Angel wasn’t having it. At least not yet.
“Can’t we talk about this later?” Angel palmed Frank’s cock through his briefs with one hand, still tugging at his own pants to get them off. Frank was no help at all. Damn it. They needed skin. The sooner the better.
“Later. Yes. I won’t forget, Angel,” Frank warned.
“Whatever. Get naked.” Angel licked his lips in anticipation.
Frank shivered and toed off his boots. This was what Angel was talking about. Frank stood in front of him—bare. Angel tugged at his pants again, tossing them aside, his boots and socks—everything, until they stood there just looking at each other.
Frank was nervous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t topped before, but he’d never thought Angel would let him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who gave up any kind of control easily and here he was waiting for Frank to take charge. And he wouldn’t forget. He couldn’t—not about the Alliance. They needed men like Angel—but he would think about that later. Right now there was too much naked Angel to explore and he wanted him spread out.
“Bedroom, Angel.”
Angel nodded and Frank watched his ass as he walked. Frank gulped. It was a big step for him, taking a man who was all about control and making him want what Frank had to give.
Angel crawled onto the bed and opened his legs, his cock hard against his stomach. Not too long ago, in that very bed, it had been him all laid out for Angel. He was going to take advantage of the situation.
“I love you, Angel.”
Frank hadn’t been expecting to say that, but he hadn’t been able to hold it in, the moment was too big. They had been getting to know each other for months and Frank was a better person because of Angel, he believed that with all his heart. Before he’d met the Alliance agent he would have never volunteered himself for a mission that might have killed him to save others. It was all about him, but no more. If he hadn’t met Angel, he might be dead now, thanks to his former life—but that was the past and it would stay there as far as he was concerned.
“I love you too, Frank. Now come fuck me.” Angel smiled and took his cock in his hand, stroking it slow and steady.
No way—that was his dick tonight and he’d show Angel just how much he loved him. Later they could worry about the future. For now, he was going to live in the moment. The outside world faded away. It was just the two of them in that bedroom. Frank smacked Angel’s fingers.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” Angel agreed and stretched his arms above his head, holding onto the headboard.
Frank nodded then moved to the bottom of the bed. He hadn’t thought it was possible to be this hard, but the picture of Angel spread out just for him was mind boggling. He kissed the top of Angel’s foot and licked his ankle, working his way up to Angel’s thighs. He gave a little nip to each one as he continued his path up Angel’s body, exploring every inch. His hair was so light Frank almost couldn’t see it. Frank nudged aside Angel’s balls, he’d get to them in a minute. First he nuzzled into the juncture of Angel’s thigh, scraping his teeth on the sensitive skin. He gave the other side the same attention before sucking Angel’s balls into his mouth. They were salty and musky. Frank hummed in approval of the way Angel tasted. Angel was thrusting against the air, but Frank wasn’t ready for his cock, not yet. He still wanted to explore.
“Frank. Frank. Please.”
He ignored him, for now. He had another place he wanted to taste. He licked Angel’s perineum and pushed his nose into Angel’s ass crack, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent. It was everything Angel—down to his very essence—and Frank was going to take that in. He nuzzled around Angel’s hole. Angel had gone stiff above him, not even twitching. Frank began to fuck Angel with his tongue. The sounds coming out of Angel were almost enough to make him come right then and there. He spread Angel’s cheeks farther apart and spat on his thumb before easing it into Angel’s body. It was tight and Frank went slow, wiggling h
is digit around until he found Angel’s prostate. He rubbed it and watched Angel light up. He added his other thumb, alternating the ins and outs. He used his tongue to keep everything wet.
They needed lube and again they were without it. Angel must have been reading his mind because something shook in his peripheral vision. It was the same oil they’d used before. That would do, but the next time they had sex, Frank was going to have the right lube.
Angel tugged at his arms. Frank reluctantly left his position and let Angel guide him on top. Angel roughly took Frank’s mouth and moaned. Angel was licking and biting at Frank’s lip, like he couldn’t get enough.
“God, I taste so good on you. Fuck me, Frank. You’re driving me crazy.”
Frank hummed against Angel’s lips, not sure if he was done tasting and teasing. But staring into his lover’s eyes he knew it was time. Frank felt around for the oil and, he coated his cock and Angel’s hole. He wanted it this way—staring into Angel’s eyes as he fell apart in his arms. Frank took his dick and eased it into Angel’s ass an inch at a time. Angel was so tight it almost hurt, but not enough to stop. He paused when he was fully seated, giving Angel a second to adjust before he eased back out, his hips thrusting at a leisurely speed. This was about making love, not a hard fuck.
“I love you, Angel,” Frank said again.
Angel took Frank’s face in his hands and gazed into his eyes. The moment was so intimate it almost wasn’t real.
“Love you too, Frank.” Angel wrapped his legs around Frank’s hips. Not urging him on, taking it slow.
It might have started out as a quick fuck, but not now. No—it became about making love—every touch, every caress showing Angel how much he loved him. How happy he was to be alive and in Angel’s arms.
Their orgasms sneaked up—at least his did. He was looking at Angel when the tingle in his spine alerted him to the fact he was about to come. Angel squeezed down on him and moaned as heated liquid hit Frank’s stomach. He thrust a couple more times and came inside Angel. He was sensitive, but Angel kept tightening his ass so Frank wouldn’t slip out.
Frank couldn’t move. He really didn’t want to. Not ever. The world could stay away and he and Angel could never leave their bubble of happiness.
Someone pounded at the door. Somehow, Frank had known it wouldn’t last.
Chapter Eleven
“Open the door, Angel. I know you’re in there.”
Damn it, his father really knew how to spoil the moment. And it had been a wonderful moment. More than he’d hoped for when he’d dragged Frank across the town. It was supposed to be fuck, then make love, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Your dad?” Frank rolled off him, he put his arm across his eyes.
Angel already missed the heat of Frank’s body. He didn’t want to move, but if he didn’t get up his dad would be barging in, and as much as he loved him, he really didn’t want his dad to see him and Frank naked.
“Hold on!” Angel shouted towards the door. Then to Frank, “It is and if I don’t go talk to him, he’ll come in here.”
The afterglow was completely gone. He was even going to try to go for some cuddling. Maybe next time. He sighed. He thought Alphonse would have had his back and given them a bit more time—wasn’t that what brothers were for? Damn it.
Frank nodded and got off the bed. He was looking for something. Angel figured it was his clothes, but they’d left them…by the door. Shit. Just want he wanted, to walk out there as his dad barged in. Angel closed his eyes.
“We should get this over with. Find out what we’re going to do.” Frank seemed resigned.
“Not yet we don’t. He can give us a day.” Angel took Frank’s hand and squeezed it, not letting it go, like it was his lifeline.
“Angel, he isn’t only your dad, he’s your boss. I’m sure he needs to make sure you’re all right.” Frank pulled Angel in close and kissed his cheek before he tugged his hand away.
“That might be the case, but you can stay here. I’ll go—”
“And hide? I don’t think so. I can’t avoid him forever. I’m a known criminal and he probably has questions. Shit, you deserve better.” Frank sat on the end of the bed with his head hanging down, holding it in his hands.
“I deserve you, Frank, and that’s all there is to it. You had a deal in place. You’ll testify and then be free to do whatever.”
There was more banging on the door, but Angel ignored it. He couldn’t have Frank thinking that he wasn’t good enough. He was more than Angel deserved and he wasn’t letting him go—father or no father.
“You know he’s going to tell you I’m not good enough and he’d be right.”
“Fuck that. You saved my life and who knows how many others.” Angel was still a bit ticked about that too.
Frank might have never come back to him. Angel tackled him onto the bed, his dad forgotten for the moment.
“What—” Frank looked towards the bedroom door.
Angel ignored him and kissed his cheek, then his chin. He ran his hands down Frank’s face, trying to memorise it by feel. He could have missed out on this because Frank had had to play hero. He wouldn’t have that again. They were going to settle down somewhere and—just be. No more spy shit and no more worrying about getting shot or worse, dead.
“Angel Erik Carter you will come out here at once.” His dad’s voice was closer. He must have got through the front door. At least Angel had remembered to lock it or his dad might have come in earlier—not a good thing.
Without looking away from Frank, he answered his father, “If you don’t want to see us naked in bed together you’d better leave. I’ll come find you—later.” Angel stroked a finger along Frank’s chin and over his lips—he still wasn’t done touching his lover.
“Angel,” Frank’s whisper had a sharp edge to it.
“You aren’t the only one who almost lost someone, Frank. You went off to play hero and I had to stay here and hear that distress call. Do you know what it did to me? It was like having my heart ripped from my chest and all I could do was watch it being stomped on. Knowing you could be dead—I was out of my mind. Everything else can wait. Usually it’s me going off and doing what needs to be done. I’ve seen the other side and it fucked my shit up. No more, I tell you.” Angel shook his head.
Angel didn’t think it was possible, but he was getting hard again. He rutted against Frank’s leg.
“Your father will not be happy if you quit. Who says you have to do undercover stuff or something dangerous?” Frank ran his hands through Angel’s hair.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the strokes. Frank was almost petting him like a cat. He was still hard—but it wasn’t as pressing as the comfort Frank was giving him.
“Listen to the boy,” his dad interrupted.
Shit, was his dad standing at the door? Angel glanced over his shoulder but didn’t see him. Thank fuck.
“Commandant Carter, go away.” Angel had raised his voice.
“We need to talk, Ang.” His father had sounded tired.
Angel didn’t think he’d ever heard that tone of voice from his dad.
“He’s right, Angel. You do. We can pick this up later.” Frank gave him a hard kiss and pushed Angel off him.
“Everyone is against me. All right, we can let the inside world in for a bit, but not for long. Dad, we’ll meet you in—”
He was going to say Voit’s office when clothes flew into the room. Angel should’ve been embarrassed but he wasn’t. It was his old man’s fault for coming in when he wasn’t wanted. This conversation could have waited.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.” His voice faded away.
Frank was laughing as he stood and grabbed his pants. Angel smacked his butt.
“Hey!” Frank rubbed at his ass but continued getting dressed.
It was a shame really, seeing that body in clothes. Frank should be forced to walk around everywhere naked so Angel could ogle him. Okay, maybe not everywhere. Frank’s body was for
his eyes only. Shit, he was getting hard again and he really didn’t want to face his dad with a boner.
They were finally dressed and heading into the kitchen when voices reached him. Great, it looked like a big old family reunion. If he wasn’t mistaken that was Alphonse and James talking to his dad. He sighed. It wasn’t going to go over well when he told them he was finished with the Alliance, but he was prepared to do it. The time had come for him to get out of the family business—even if Frank thought he should stay. He was getting too old for this shit and he wanted to end up not dead at the end of the day because something got fucked up.
Frank took his hand so that they showed a united front as they entered the lion’s den. All three of them turned to look as they paused in the doorway.
“Good. Let’s get started. It’s been a long-ass day. I still have to get back to headquarters with the prisoner along with the witness.” Robert had his hands folded on the table as if he was preparing for a fight.
And he was going to get one. He didn’t need to use that tone of voice when he talked about Frank It wouldn’t hurt him to use Frank’s name either.
“The witness has a name, Dad—it’s Frank. He isn’t going with you.” Angel leaned against the counter, Frank stood beside him—tense. He hated his father in that moment for putting his lover through this. Angel knew Frank worried about the future. He’d all but said he didn’t think he belonged with Angel, but that was total and utter bullshit.
“We need to get the ball rolling on this, son.”
“He’s right, Ang.” Alphonse seemed sorry that he’d spoken up, especially when Angel glared at him.
“Angel…he is right.” Frank had spoken so softly that he almost hadn’t heard him.
Angel turned around to glare at Frank.
“No. He isn’t. I can bring you when—”
Frank interrupted him.
Damn it, this was all wrong. Every bit of it. Frank should stay with him so he could protect him. Who knew how many people would go after him once they found out he was going to testify?
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