Blue Moon II ~ This is Reality (5 page)

He looked down at the twink that had attached himself to his right side, making his enthusiasm obvious. He threw a twenty and a ten on the bar and gripped the small apple-sized bicep in his arm, instantly liking the supple silkiness under his own gun-calloused hands.

“Let’s go,” he said roughly.

“You got it big and sexy,” his date for the night purred, and let Hawk practically carry him out of there.

Hawk stepped back out into the brisk fall air and made quick steps to his bike.

“Here, put this on,” he ordered.

“Oh shit! How hot is this?” he squealed, clapping his hands happily.

Hawk again had to suppress his irritation. He slammed his own black Scorpion helmet on, adjusting his ponytail and waited for his date to strap on the spare, half helmet. He threw his long leg over the seat gracefully and settled all the way to the back.

“Hey, what’s your name?” the twink half giggled. “Fine time for me to ask, huh? After I’m already straddling your crotch rocket.”

Since his face shield was on, the man couldn’t see his raised eyebrows. “It’s Hawk.”

“Oh really.” He gave a skeptical look. “Is that your government name?”

“Precisely.”

That made the pretty man frown in confusion.

“In case you were wondering my name is Colin.”

“I was wondering.” Hawk slid on to the bike. “Since you’re not scared, I take it you know how to ride.”

“Oh yes. My last boyfriend was in a biker gang. I loved riding with him. So free, so exhilarating. I also know this is a Ducati, so make her roar, hot stuff.”

That made one side of Hawk’s mouth curl up and his chest beat at a staccato rhythm as Colin nestled in as close to him as he could and squeezed him around his middle. The feel of Colin’s frail chest against his strong back was pleasurable, his small but firm thighs were squeezing him tightly, making him sigh with mild contentment.

Pierce’s eyes, smile, lips, ass, all flashed across his face in milliseconds – like a panoramic photo. Pierce wasn’t in trouble, and this wasn’t Hawk’s perception, it was his conscience.

Fuck.

He started the 899 Panigale. Did what Colin asked. Made her roar like the beast she was. He left the parking lot burning rubber, hoping there was a night of ecstasy up ahead. Hawk cut left in front of six lanes of ferocious traffic and felt Colin’s grip tighten – not from fear – from sheer excitement. Back on I95 with nothing but clear lanes ahead, his speedometer was close to the century mark. He took the exit that would lead him to a decent hotel downtown.

He spotted a Marriott that didn’t appear to have a full parking lot. Hawk parked and helped Colin off the back. With his helmet in his hand he made quick strides through the parking lot and straight into the entrance right up to the front desk.

After picking his not-too-choosey accommodations, he showed his ID, and the clerk said he was entitled to a military discount. He nodded once, took his key and helmet all in one hand since Colin had a death grip on his other one and went to the bank of elevators around the corner.

“You’re in the military?”

“Sort of. I’m a private contractor for the federal government.”

“What branch were you in?”

“Special Forces.”

“Which one.”

“The best one.”

“Of course.”

Hawk stepped into the elevator, retreating to the far corner for their short trip to the fifth floor when Colin pressed his body up against him and went for his mouth. He typically didn’t make a habit of kissing his one-offs but he loved kissing. He let their tongues dance, swallowed Colin’s sexy moans. He slithered up and down Hawk’s body like a snake, unzipping his leather jacket so he could caress his chest. Hawk tore his mouth away, and the back of his head thumped against the paneling.

He sighed with exhaustion. His team had been going non-stop for two-and-half weeks chasing Sherminisky, and it looked like there wouldn’t be much R&R before they had to run off to Miami.

Hawk needed to get off, but honestly his head just wasn’t in it. He was still seeing visions of Pierce, but gone were the images of sparkling baby-blues and perfect pink lips – now he saw blue eyes glowering with disgust, his lips turned up into a snarl while he spat his hatred of him and his team.

The elevator ding announced they’d reached their level and Colin grasped his hand and pulled him out into the hall. He yanked his hand out and whipped it around Colin’s thin wrist, reversing the hold. “Don’t drag me,” Hawk said nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry. You’re just one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen…and you’re a Marine.”

Hawk stopped abruptly and had to take a deep breath to keep his eyes from revealing flecks of gold that appeared like burning embers escaping from a fire.
A fucking jarhead.
“I wasn’t a fucking Marine… I’m a SEAL. That’s Navy,” he said, annoyed.

Colin turned when they’d reached their door and shrugged at his mistake, like it was nothing. “Oh my bad. But you said you were in the best one.”

“I also said I was in the Special Forces.”

“I know.”

“Forget it. Just open the door, Colin.” Hawk wouldn’t waste another millisecond on Colin’s ignorance of the branches of the military. But it did grate on his nerves that many civilians could be so blasé about all the freedoms and privileges they had living in this great country… and just who provided that freedom for them.

“Hey, I didn’t like hit a sensitive spot for you, did I?” Colin slipped inside but didn’t let the door click back shut. “I mean you’re not gonna like kill me by crushing my chest with one precise punch, making one of my ribs strategically puncture my lung?”

Hawk laughed out loud. He shook his head at his date’s unique sense of humor. “One, this is not a really bad Jet Li movie, and two, if I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t do it that way… I’d simply snap your neck.”

Colin’s mouth was wide open and he’d yet to let the door close and lock shut.

Hawk draped his leather coat over the foot of the bed and slowly advanced on the shaken man. “Relax,” he whispered. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“Bullshit, tiger eyes.”

Hawk narrowed his eyes at the nickname. “You’re right. That was bullshit. I should’ve said: I’m not here to fight.”

“You’re here to make love.” Colin grinned and let the door shut.

Hawk didn’t respond to that. He’d loved once and this was hardly a comparison. Hawk got a firm grip on the back of Colin’s neck and took a large chunk of his throat into his mouth. He sucked hard, enjoying the small man’s gasping and moaning. He brought his other hand around Colin’s back and gripped his tight ass, massaging it thoroughly. Hawk licked his way to Colin’s ear, noticing the man was chasing his mouth. He pulled Colin further into the room and didn’t stop progressing until the back of his date’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he gave one solid push, propelling him backwards.

“Hey. Wait just a damn minute. I know some guys like that rough shit, but you just met one that doesn’t. So tamp down the pushing and shoving, SEAL. Besides, coming from someone like you, it’s a tad intimidating,” Colin said, all while removing his shirt and getting more comfortable.

“What’d you say?” Hawk squinted his eyes.

“You heard me.” Colin met his eyes, but quickly looked away.

Hawk eased over Colin slowly and looked directly at him. His emotions were all over the place and in actuality; he was getting pretty pissed off. With his perception and sight… he’d completely missed this. “Say it again,” he said slowly and softly.

Colin stroked the stubble of Hawk’s beard. “Look SEAL. You are wicked sexy – you got the whole crazy eyes thing going on – but you’re also a little scary. I’m sure you can be a nice guy, gentle even, which is what I prefer. I don’t need to be thrown around to get fucked. Not all guys that like big men necessarily want them to dominate them. I lost half my wood when you threw me down. ”

Hawk looked down but quickly closed his eyes.
Maybe my perception is waning with my old age.
He knew now how to get his man. Pierce mentioned that Hawk reminded him of a bully, but he’d completely let that roll off his shoulders. Because he saw the lust in Pierce’s eyes when he was against him. He’d been with so many smaller men that got off on his roughness that he’d convinced himself that that’s what all men wanted. Pierce did want it, but he needed to trust Hawk first.

He heard Colin snapping his fingers. “Hey handsome. You’re not having a traumatic memory moment on me, are you?”

Hawk leaned down and kissed Colin on his forehead.

“What’s wrong? You gotta’ have it rough or nothing at all?” Colin questioned with a confused look.

“Actually no. You just reminded me that I have a previous commitment that needs my immediate attention. I’m sorry but I have to go,” Hawk said gently.

“Oh come on. I didn’t mean to turn you off.” Colin scrambled off the bed jumping in front of him. “Maybe I can give the rough and tough stuff a try… just for you.”

“Absolutely not.” Hawk turned and got his jacket. “Don’t change what you like just to appease someone else.”

Hawk went to the door. “I’ll wait in the lobby for you.”

“No, that’s alright. I’ll just stay here since it’s so late and the room is already paid for. I can call a friend in the morning. Maybe I’ll jerk off picturing your beautiful eyes while your scent is still on me.” Colin winked.

Hawk smirked and walked back over to kiss his date softly on the mouth. “Thanks. Take it easy, Colin.”

“I hope he knows what he’s got.” Colin gave him a knowing look.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Chapter Five

SHOT

Shot leaned against the brick siding of Fox’s house with one boot propped up behind him, waiting for him to get home from checking in on his day job with the FBI. It was a small single family home, even though the sexy agent had no family, maybe it was in anticipation of one. It was late, no one stirred in the quaint neighborhood.

Shot took his long thick mane and moved it over his left shoulder so it didn’t rub against the brick. Fox liked for him to wear it out, instead of in the braid, when they were together. He tried to make the Agent believe that he didn’t do it just for him… but he did. Shot preferred to have the long tresses tamed and out of his way.

He pushed off the wall when Fox’s Yukon turned the corner. He pulled in beside Shot’s own large vehicle and smiled broadly at him through the lowered window.

“Hey beautiful. You waiting for a date?”

Shot tried to hold in his smirk. Damn this man got to him. He was smart, gorgeous, and just as deadly and skilled as him. His match. His equal. He kept his eyes on Fox as he pulled a couple bags of what looked like take-out and a large duffle bag from the backseat. Shot approached him and took the heavy bag off his shoulder. He could feel Fox’s eyes burning a hole in his back as he walked up the path to the front door. Fox reached around him and put his key in the knob, all while leaning his body against his back. Shot’s breath quickened at the heat coming from his sexy Agent.

“If you had your own key, you wouldn’t have to wait out here. You could wait inside,” Fox whispered against Shot’s ear.

“I don’t mind waiting.” Shot was going for nonchalant but his voice sounded rough and he knew Fox picked up on it. He really wished they could be together like Fox had been hinting at. Live like so many other couples did. Come home from work and cook dinner together, or fuss about whether to have Chinese or Thai take-out on a Friday night. Have an official date night. Go to the movies, bowling, whatever. But, Shot wasn’t delusional. His baggage wouldn’t allow that. Fox was still pressed firmly against him.

“Just open the door, before you have the neighborhood watch on us,” Shot whispered back.

Fox let them in, but Shot had only taken a few steps, not even making it past the small foyer before he was turned and pushed hard against the wall. He heard the bags of food drop to the floor before Fox yanked the duffle bag of his shoulder and tossed that as well.

“Agent,” Shot growled low and menacing. His hackles rising slightly before he calmed his inner soldier. His lover was a few inches taller than him, so he kept his eyes trained on the smooth, dark chest hair peeking out from the black v-neck sweater Fox was wearing.

“Mmmm, Isadore,” Fox hummed. “Love it when you say my title like that.”

Shot loved it when Fox said his real name instead of his SEAL name. He looked up into smoldering dark brown eyes and Fox’s handsomeness never failed to take his breath away. “You act as if we weren’t together just hours ago.”

“Too long,” Fox said right before he pressed his mouth against Shot's. His lips were so warm and soft, making Shot open up immediately. Fox moaned his approval of Shot’s submission. He let Fox control the kiss… control him. A calloused thumb was pressed into the dimple of his chin, forcing his mouth open wider. Shot put his arms around Fox’s waist and pressed their groins together.

Shot lowered his head and gasped for air. His nose was at Fox’s throat and he caught a faint whiff of the man’s cologne that he was secretly growing to crave. He labored to control his breathing and spoke calmly, “Are we ever going to be able to eat our food without having to reheat it?”