Games Boys Play

Games Boys Play

"If you're not wearing these, I'm stealing them."

Zachary West turned to find his best friend, Jordy, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the dressing area, a pair of silver jeans in his lap and a hopeful look on his face.

Zach laughed. "I'm not wearing those. You can borrow them." He pointed a finger at his friend when Jordy began to beam. "
Borrow,
Jordy. That implies giving them back at some point."

Jordy nodded and grinned, hugging the jeans to his chest. "Swear to Gaga," he promised, face earnest.

Well, that was as good a promise as it got. Zach turned back to his closet and pursed his lips in consideration, flipping through the hangers. "It's got to be sexy, duh, and kind of trashy."

"So, like ninety percent of your wardrobe?"

"Whore," Zach snapped back, throwing a hat at Jordy. "And no. It has to be special." He grinned and spun around to hold up a frayed, repurposed denim jacket with an epaulet on one shoulder. "I have a
tryst.
"

Jordy giggled. "You just like saying that." He wrinkled his nose at the jacket. "Not that."

Zach stuffed the jacket back onto the overflowing rack of the closet and let out a frustrated sigh. "I have nothing to wear."

Jordy jumped to his feet with a happy sound. "That means one thing--shopping!"

Zach shook his head with a wrinkle of his nose. "Can't. My cards are maxed out. Again."

Jordy slumped and sat back on the floor, reaching for a pair of Zach's boots. "Bummer. So, where are you meeting him tonight?"

Zach grinned, bouncing a little as he pulled out another potential outfit to try. "Him" was Sergeant Stephen Miranda, Zach's big, brawny, ever so butch, in the closet police officer boyfriend. "Oh God, it's this totally sleazy motel out by the airport. Pay by the hour and everything!"

Jordy shuddered. "I have no idea what you find hot about banging that man in every dark, trashy dive you can find. When you have a perfectly good bed right here!"

Zach tugged on a sheer white top, turning this way and that in the mirror. "Oh, you have no imagination. It's like...forbidden! Naughty. I'm his dirty little secret and it's crazy sexy." Zach tingled all over just thinking about it.

"Yeah, but he'd totally be perfectly content coming here every night to be with you."

"Psshh," Zach scoffed. "Who wants content? Content is boring. Besides, if I have to hang out with him in the closet sometimes, it might as well be a closet that turns me on." Stevie might be happy to forget the games and just meet at Zach's place, but Zach had promised himself weeks ago, when he and Stevie had met, that he was going to sparkle and spice up that man's life.

Zach took his promises
very
seriously.

"Why don't you just talk to him about not hiding? It's 2011, you know, not 1911."

Zach gave Jordy a stern look. "That is not anyone's business, not even mine. Stevie will come out when he's ready. I'm not going to pressure him, not even a little."

Besides, Jordy didn't know all the details. It might be 2011 in their world--and even still that wasn't always pleasant--but Stevie's world was lost in some kind of time warp where society was still supposed to be the idyllic illusion...like the entire police force had watched one too many episodes of
Mad Men.
Not that Zach could blame them. Don Draper was one sexy son of a bitch.

Zach had gotten a taste of the difference in their worlds almost two months ago when they'd first started dating and one of Stevie's coworkers had attempted to give Zach some "friendly" advice. In other words, basically told him to back the fuck off and not ruin things for Stevie with his faggotry. It'd come close to being the end of them, but luckily for Zach, his Officer Hotness wasn't nearly as brainwashed as the Stepford Police Force seemed to think.

All in all, Zach didn't mind. They had fun, they had lots of hot sex and they liked spending their time together holed up in Zach's little apartment making out and ordering in and who the hell cared what the Bigotry Police thought about "their kind"? They were too busy enjoying each other.

Which was exactly what Zach intended for today. He turned back to the closet and pondered his wardrobe choices. He needed to knock that man's socks off, as Tim Gunn would say. Suddenly, he grinned.

He knew just the outfit for the job.

* * * *

Stephen shook his head as he shut the motel room door behind him, glancing around the shabby little room. Zach certainly had imagination, if he could find this place sexy. Stephen knew, though, that it wasn't the seedy room or the location that was sexy to Zach; it was the adrenaline of sneaking around.

Zach had decided that if he was going to be a secret lover, he was going to do it all the way and have fun with it. Which translated to quick, fast fucks in all sorts of unsavory places. Bar bathrooms. Motels frequented by hustlers and johns. An adult bookstore. And each time, it was every bit as heart-pounding as the time before. Zach had an imagination that'd put any porn star to shame, and Stephen was the helpless, but very grateful, recipient of all the benefits.

He had just tugged off his jacket to drape over the lone, rickety chair in the corner when there was a knock at the door. Stephen's heart raced as he hurried to answer it, chuckling as Zach slipped in wearing a black trench coat and a jauntily cocked, plum-colored fedora.

"Channeling the Rat Pack tonight?" he teased, as he shut and locked the door before turning to Zach.

Zach's lips curved and he tossed the hat onto the dresser. "Not exactly," he said with a wicked little half-smile, fingers plucking at the knot at his waist. "Unless the Rat Pack were a lot naughtier than we give them credit for."

Stephen didn't have a chance to ask what he meant because Zach had gotten his coat open and let it fall to the floor, and Stephen had his answer.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed, eyes widening.

Zach stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of boots that would make Julia Roberts proud, and a knowing smile on his face. "Yes, I drove all the way across town like this."

Which had been exactly what Stephen was asking in his head, but his words had failed him.

Words weren't necessary, as evidenced half a second later when they both moved at the same time and the resulting collision ended with Zach wrapped around Stephen, lifted off his feet, and Stephen stumbling toward the bed as they kissed.

Holy hell, the man drove him crazy. Only Zach would show up all but naked, and only Zach would decide dating someone in the closet meant a chance to play naughty sex games. He was like no one Stephen had ever known and, truth be told, he prayed he never got used to it. He got as much of a thrill out of Zach shocking him as Zach did.

Zach moaned as Stephen tossed him onto the bed and then followed him down, pinning him there and dipping his head to devour the smooth arch of his neck.

"Ohh, fuck yes, more." Zach panted, then laughed breathlessly. "I couldn't decide on an outfit," he explained with a wicked laugh. "I take it you like my solution?"

Stephen growled, pushing Zach farther up on the bed and nudging his slim thighs wide with his knees. "Like might be an understatement, brat." His voice was rough, one hand sliding down Zach's thigh to encounter shiny black leather. "Where the hell did you get these boots? A hooker shop?"

Zach giggled, arching under him and slinking one booted leg up to rest against Stephen's shoulder in a show of flexibility that made Stephen's cock ache. "Something like that," he teased, circling his hips. "Are you going to take them off or fuck me in them?"

Stephen groaned and shifted to flip Zach onto all fours, hauling him up to his knees. "I think I might make you wear them for the rest of your life, actually. Jesus, you make me crazy," he whispered, bending to nip at the nape of Zach's neck, the tender skin sweet smelling and so soft.

Zach bit his lip, rocking back against Stephen, eyes closed and breath panting. "Mmm, that's exactly what I was going for. Stevie, damn it, you're wearing too many clothes," he complained, circling his hips against the bulge in Stephen's jeans.

When Stephen knelt up to fumble with the button and zipper, Zach was impatient as always and scrambled around to bat his hands away and get the job done, jeans around Stephen's knees, in under five seconds. Impressive little thing.

Stephen was in the middle of tugging them the rest of the way off when Zach got impatient again and nudged him off-balance enough to send him tumbling back onto the saggy mattress as his lover pounced on his cock like it was his favorite treat. Stephen's pride swelled a bit because really, it kind of was. Zach didn't even try to pretend otherwise.

But then, Zach didn't pretend much of anything. The man was as free and unapologetic and uninhibited as anyone Stephen had ever met. It was the thing he liked best about Zach, to be honest. Among many, many others.

"Goddamn, don't suck it
off,
Zach." He laughed, managing to kick the jeans, along with his shoes, the rest of the way off, while Zach worked the kind of magic Stephen had never even known existed before he'd met him. Zach had opened his eyes to a hundred different things, not the least of which was the joys of having a twenty-six-year-old lover with an insatiable appetite for all things pleasurable, whatever they may be. A true hedonist, and damned if Stephen wasn't falling for him more and more every day.

Zach lifted his head with a cheeky smile. "Are you giving me directions, Stevie?"

Stephen laughed. "Hell, no," he said, lifting his hips to bump the head of his cock against Zach's damp mouth. "Just saying..."

The last time he'd tried to give direction in bed, it had resulted in Zach deciding his new favorite game was long, drawn-out teasing and tormenting while Stephen cursed him to hell and back. His lover didn't take well to being given orders, even when it was something they both wanted. Stubborn brat, Stephen thought with a grin.

Satisfied, Zach took Stephen's cock into his mouth again and went right back to what he did best--driving him crazy. Magic, that's what his mouth was, and Stephen had been addicted from minute one. His Zach was a candy drug, and Stephen was a fucking junkie.

"Little bitch, you think you get to have all the fun?" Stephen teased, rolling them and hauling Zach up to pin him face first against the wall at the head of the bed. He knelt behind the young man, hands locked firmly, but gently, around Zach's wrists, caging them against the wall. "Maybe I want to play."

Zach shivered, glancing back over his shoulder. "Mmm, Stevie...I love when you get all alpha on me. I take it I'm forgiven for the other afternoon?" His brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

Stephen groaned, shifting his hips down to rub his cock between Zach's widespread thighs. "Forgiven? I ought to have you arrested."

Zach just laughed, a fearless, airy sound. "Only if you're my cellmate, officer. I'm far too pretty for prison, and we both know it. Besides...I seem to remember someone
other
than me turning that peep show stall into a real life porno."

Stephen growled, bending his head to scrape his teeth along Zach's shoulder, up toward his neck. "I won't be your cellmate, but I'll make sure I'm the one who--" He cut off when, abruptly, his cell phone began vibrating on the dresser across the room.