In His Command by Rie Warren

inhaled at the implication when he added, “I wanna fuck you, too.”
    “You’re playing me.”
    The snap of my fatigues came loose under his fingers. “I want to.” His face was carved with sharp longing. His mouth slipping across my stomach had my cock fueled for a fuck. “I did take notes on you. Not for work, but for pleasure.”
    No matter how much I shouldn’t believe him, the pressure of his lips, the sound of his voice, damn near hypnotized me. He was pulling all my strings, pulling them taut until I was stretched by desire.
    Toying with the shelf of my cockhead still battened down inside my pants, his breathy words bathed my hips and wetted the line of hair bisecting my abdomen. “I saw you five months ago. That twink was all over you.” His hands ran below to my ass, pulling me up. “Leon.”
    The material covering my erection tugged into his mouth, he’d snarled, “I wanted to punch that boy in the face when he dared call you cher . I’ve been poundin’ my fist in time to your name all this time. I don’t want anyone else touchin’ you.”
    I’d seized him by his hair, hauling him up to my face. “Get off me.”
    “You’re a big guy. Make me.” Blondie smiled when I smoothed the knots of hair I’d made at the nape of his neck instead of pushing him away. “You don’t trust me.”
    Arching into his hips, I’d aligned our stiff cocks. “Not one bit.”
    Except he wasn’t the only one who’d wanted for months. Bet my palm was more chafed than Blondie’s, all because of a hundred filthy fantasies starring him. This was a take-what-you-could-get kind of world for gays, then make a quick getaway. There was no getting away this time and maybe I didn’t want there to be. Besides, I could always fuck Blondie with a capital F, after I fucked him, of course.
    His lips had touched my ear. “You think you’re always in charge. I pursued you. I knew who and what you were the first time I saw you at the Theater. Think I didn’t notice you swaggerin’ around the Quad?” He bit the tendon linking my shoulder to my neck, causing a thrill to race down my body. “Yeah, I watched you. I followed you to the Amphitheater. I almost came in my pants when I got your voice over the D-P, that night I warned y’all about the attempt on Cutler’s life. I’ve wanted you for such a damn long time.” Moving his lips back to my ear, he rasped, “I requested you as my escort.”
    “Bullshit.” I was knotted up inside, trying to maintain my bluff, but desire was getting a good stranglehold on disbelief.
    “Bullshit, huh?” He’d held my thighs in a hard grip. “Think about this. I’ve had ample opportunity. I had the evidence of what you are in my mouth last night. Why haven’t I turned you in already, collected my bonus?”
    “To lull me into a false sense of security before you knife me in the back.”
    “So damn pigheaded. I’ve studied you, not to report you, Caspar, but because I want a relationship with you.”
    The stranglehold was cutting off my oxygen, which I deemed the only way to make sense of the fact I was considering his words at all. Studied me. Sure as fuck I’d made a point of watching him too. As for a relationship, well shit. That kind of thinking was just pipe dreams easily blown up by pipe bombs. I should know. My personal life was even more high risk than my job. Yet here I was, with Blondie in my lap, my heart rate rocketing because of his proximity. His confessions. His sensual overload doing a number on all my well-laid suspicions.
    Hitting back with the truth of our fragged situation, I said, “You realize what kind of fucked-up antifaggot society we live in, right? You understand we both work on the side that will always keep us apart?”
    I’d expected him to push away, but he just stared at me, his broad palms running up and down my thighs until my muscles bucked in time with my throbbing dick. Until I said, “Studied me, have you?” Jerking my chin, I asked,