Bloodlines by Alex Kidwell

bracing on either side of Redford, body blanketing his, pressing him back into the wall. “You’re incredible,” Jed murmured, ghosting his lips over Redford’s. Nimble fingers were gently getting Redford’s pants zipped back up, his shirt straightened again. Redford’s sudden movement to wrap his arms around Jed briefly halted Jed’s progress, but getting himself neat and tidy was the last thing on Redford’s mind.
    He nuzzled in against Jed’s neck, burying a smile against the skin as he pushed a thigh between Jed’s. “We’re not done,” he pointed out, biting at Jed’s lip. Jed’s response came a little slower than normal, but then there was the blush of a smile against Redford’s lips, Jed leaning in to catch another kiss.
    “Yeah?” Jed rumbled, sounding a little surprised. “What, you got another go-round in you? And here I thought Cujo would be tired after that workout.”
    Even after a Jed-mandated viewing of that movie, Redford still wasn’t sure about that nickname. Then again, Jed’s names for things rarely made a lot of sense to anyone but Jed. “No, I mean—”
    A sharp knock at the door made Redford jump. “If you’re quite done” came Victor’s dry voice.
    Redford gave Jed a guilty look. He knew there wasn’t exactly a time frame on this part of the job, though, so he couldn’t feel too bad about it. Reaching down, he gave Jed’s cock a fond pat through the leather pants. “Hold that thought until we get home.”
    Jed pounded on the door, smirking at Victor’s audibly irritated reaction on the other side. “It’s not nice to eavesdrop, princess,” Jed informed him, swinging open the door and walking out, looking vastly pleased with himself. His hand was laced with Redford’s, and he pulled the man into his side happily. “Especially not when I’m busy with a cock down my throat. That was important to the mission.” Off of Victor’s disbelieving expression, Jed tried out his best innocent look. “What? It was! Crucial job-related activities were happening in there. I’ll be billing for our time.”
    “Incredibly crucial,” Redford agreed solemnly. “We might not have gotten the mission done without it.”
    Victor looked completely unsure of the validity of that. He obviously wasn’t used to Redford being able to lie and play along with Jed. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he turned to walk back to the hallway. “The meter’s running on the taxi. Unless you want this trip to cost more than your entire fee, I suggest you quicken your pace,” he called.
    Whistling sharply, Jed strolled past Victor, hastening to open the door for him and Redford while he tried to hand Victor what appeared to be some folded paper. “Move your very pert asses,” he told them cheerfully. “And, Victor, see what you can find out about that guy.”
    “Has that been inside your trousers ?” Victor sounded scandalized, refusing to touch the poster.
    Jed blinked, looking down at it and then back up at Victor. “Well, yeah,” he drawled, arching one eyebrow. “Not like I have pockets .”
    He ushered the two men into the cab, giving his address and leaning back against the seat. Jed shook the poster out, and they leaned in to look at it. It was the same poster Redford had seen on the wall, the one that called for a half-blood revolution. “This guy. Phoenix. I want to know what his deal is.”
    Victor gingerly took the poster between thumb and forefinger. “His name is Phoenix Green.” Redford gave a snort at the name, which Victor smirked at. “Yes, I know. Odd name. Word is that his parents were hippies. But beyond that, I’m afraid I can’t tell you much. Much the same as Edwin was saying the other night. He advocates for half-blood superiority over humans, and that half bloods are equals to wolves and vampires.”
    “Is he a half blood?” Redford asked curiously.
    “I’d assume so.” Victor leaned closer to study the fine print at the bottom of the poster. “Nobody