Hard Case (10 page)

Troy’s dick stiffened as Steve mimicked him. He was fit to bursting.

“Fuck, I want you so much,” Troy gasped. “Won’t ever get enough of you.”

Steve thrust his pelvis, grinding his hard erection against Troy’s thigh. Ignoring his own rampant need, Troy knelt on the floor. Tearing open Steve’s pants, he then pushed the material down and swiftly repeated the motion with his briefs. Steve’s thick cock sprang free.

Rock hard and jutting impressively from a wiry nest of dark blond hair, it was the most enticing, delicious sight Troy had seen.

Eagerly, he bent his head. Salivating, Troy opened wide and took Steve’s full head and half his shaft into his mouth and down his throat with one long swallow.

“Fucking hell!” Steve shouted, clearly taken aback. “Yes… Oh fuck, yes.”

Troy wallowed in the feel of Steve’s long-fingered hands threading through his messy hair, holding tightly to his scalp and digging in, pulling him closer. Steve rammed his dick down his throat, fucking himself wildly.

“Bloody hell. I can’t wait. I’m too close,” Steve panted. “Fuck.”

A few long, hard thrusts and Troy looked up. He watched as Steve threw his head back in abandon. Shouting hoarsely, Steve climaxed. The delicious taste of salty, musky seed filled Troy’s mouth.

He swallowed, Steve coming over and over as he pumped himself dry down Troy’s throat.

Troy continued sucking, milking him for every drop. He flicked his tongue out, lapping up every iota. Secretly, he relished the carefree wildness he’d seen in his lover.

Usually a tightly controlled man, Troy understood how rare and precious letting go like this was. He knew Steve was the same. In that respect, they were similar—used to keeping a rigid rein on any desires, carefully planning and thinking of every move. It was with blissful relief they could let go like this.

Lifting his head, Troy then licked his lips. He grinned in a very self-satisfied manner. Steve had no idea the plans that spun in Troy’s mind.

He’d only begun.

Steve looked decidedly wobbly on his legs as Troy stood. It was a simple matter for him to strip his partner’s shirt off, then assist Steve to toe off his shoes. He removed his socks and pushed the last of Steve’s clothes into a heap on the floor by the door.

In seconds, Troy stripped himself then took Steve’s hand.

“We’re having a shower, now,” he said, leading Steve to the bathroom.

“I’m in heaven,” Steve commented. “You could do almost anything to me right now and I’d hardly put up so much as a squeak of protest.”

Troy collected the tube of lubricant and a condom from the bedroom as they passed. Quickly, he set the shower on very hot. Steam soon billowed, filling the small room.

Leading Steve toward the shower, Troy then paused outside the stall for a moment. He sheathed his cock then squirted lube copiously onto his fingers. Placing the tube on the edge of the basin, Troy was ready. He stepped into the stall behind his partner. Troy gently inserted first one, then two fingers into his lover’s ass.

“Fuck yes.” Steve braced himself against the tiled wall. He arched his back so his bum thrust out.

Eagerly accepting the fingers, Steve turned to study Troy. Troy watched, enthralled, as the color rose in Steve’s face. Finally, he had to look down. He kept his gaze steady, mesmerized as he fit into Steve’s tiny orifice. Seeing that tight asshole accepting his fingers, sucking down tightly, was breathtaking.

Troy twisted his digits, cork-screwing around. He sought out the sensitive nerves. Only when Steve was panting, begging for more, did Troy find the small nub inside Steve’s ass with the soft pad of his fingers.

He found Steve’s prostate then stroked harder, stimulating it. Steve bucked forward and back, seeming lost in the blissful pain of penetration.

“Shit, yeah. Oh right there,” he groaned.

Loving the uninhibited response, Troy repeated it again, then again. Steve was now leaning heavily against the wall, resting most of his weight forward and thrusting his ass right out, pleading with his body language for more. Troy bent down, nipped a teasing bite from that round, perfectly muscled behind.

“Do you want me in here?” Troy teased, his voice purring with lust and need.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Hard and rough, just like you took me last night? Pounding into you until you want to scream for more and mercy at the same time?”

“Fuck yes, do it, Troy. Right now. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever done anyone. I need it.”

Troy continued pumping into Steve’s ass, while with the other hand he grabbed for the tube of lubricant. He rolled on a condom then used the lube to coat his thick dick. He pushed his chest into Steven’s back then dipped his head to press a hot, tender kiss to the juncture of Steve’s shoulder and neck.

He tasted water and saltiness from Steve’s sweat. His partner smelled of masculine need and a faintly musky scent all his own.

“Please,” Steve pleaded.

Steve reached around and grabbed Troy’s hips, urged him closer. Troy knew that gesture well, having done it himself plenty of times. Steve was insisting he get on with it.

Troy smiled, pleased to know Steve’s impatience was matched only by his own.

Withdrawing his fingers carefully, he then took maximum advantage of Steve’s gaping, grasping hole. After placing his cockhead directly against the engorged opening, Troy thrust forward in a smooth, fierce move. Steve threw his head back, the look on his face caught somewhere between bliss and agony.

Troy paused, panting. Steve had begged for him to be rough, but Troy knew sometimes the fantasy and reality were two very different things. Troy forced himself not give Steve a chance to change his mind, though his body screamed against quitting now.

“Keep going,” Steve moaned then wriggled his ass to encourage Troy.

Troy decided to tease his partner, to relish this moment of slow, full possession. Bending his knees, Troy nudged the last centimeter of his cock deeper inside the clenching hole of Steve’s passage. Steve adjusted to his proportions, and already he canted his hips backward, demanding more.

Easing himself out, he forced himself to go slowly, to let himself and Steve both feel every long, luscious inch of his erection. When only the head of his dick was lodged in Steve’s ass, Troy then surged back inside until his balls slapped lightly against the skin of Steve’s separated cheeks.

Fully submerged, Troy panted a breath of relief. The pressure and tightness encompassing him was exquisite. His dick was encased to the hilt by wet, snug heat. It was like he’d been swallowed whole.

“You feel so good,” he murmured.

Steven gasped. He seemed to try and form words, but could only moan. He was unable to articulate a word. His body spoke volumes, however. The hand on Troy’s hip squeezed tighter and his ass jerked back in small, spasmodic thrusts as if he were trying to fuck himself back on Troy’s dick.

It all added up to a more than willing consent.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week,” Troy promised in a deep, sensual tone.

With that, he pulled out again, then slammed back in hard and deep, plunging to the balls. He repeated this motion when Steve cried out passionately, his entire demeanor pleading for more.

Troy’s brain melted, coherent thought now a thing of the past. His world imploded, totally consumed by this strong, steadfast and remarkable man. Only Steven mattered. Just this moment, here in the shower, balls-deep in his partner’s ass.

For the first time in years, work and the newest puzzle didn’t consume him. Only this man.

Troy fucked the hell out of Steve’s ass.

Shouting out in a primal kind of claiming, Troy took possession of Steve’s body. Surprisingly, Steve appeared to submit to this, blossoming and opening himself in abandon. He welcomed Troy to it and touched him deep in his soul. Troy felt his heart open, the walls of self-defense come crumbling down.

Words fell from his lips, utterances he’d never before thought or said to another human being. “Holy shit, I love you,” Troy panted. “Take all of it, all of me. Yes, fuck yes, yes, yes.”

A litany of words from his heart and soul, not his brain, came free and Troy didn’t even fully comprehend them all. It was lost in the passion of the moment. The heat and sheer, decadent joy of losing his body and mind in the unparalleled pleasure of Steve’s willing and open ass.

Steve accepted and embraced everything Troy was.

Had he been of a more romantic inclination, Troy would have thought they were touching souls, sharing their very basest and integral of cores.

He pounded into Steve, leaving nothing of himself behind.

In a rush, Steve’s body jerked beneath him. Thrusting forward in a rhythm he knew so well. Troy reached down, finding Steve rock-hard yet again. Troy wanked him through his second climax and felt his breath catch, stolen away.

Troy’s orgasm crashed over him.

Milking Steve even as he emptied his balls, they came together. Shouting so loudly, Troy thought the window rattled.

He didn’t give a flying fuck what his neighbors thought.

They rode through the bliss, pumping together as if in tandem. One body. One mind.

Finally drained, Troy collapsed into Steve, who pressed his chest into the wall. Hot water cascaded down around them. Steam continued to fill the air and for the first time seemingly in forever, Troy had not a single thought in his head.

Sated bliss filled him and he could have happily wished the entire world—and his current investigation—to hell.

They panted, breath gone, bodies wrung dry.

It was only as the water turned cool that they moved. Troy gingerly withdrew his limp cock. Quickly—for the heat had definitely waned—they cleaned themselves and each other then escaped only just as the water turned icy.

“Damn,” Troy swore as he dug under the basin for fresh towels for them both. “I need to invest in a bigger water tank.”

Steve laughed.

* * * *

Troy couldn’t help himself. He paced the length of his small home office, prowling like a man possessed. Every few seconds he glanced out of the large window and down onto the street, as if by some miracle he’d be struck by inspiration.

Or perhaps he just hoped something would happen. His skin itched with the need to be moving, to be in action. It was almost as if he could feel the weighty press of time ticking by, the sands of the case slipping through his fingers while he waited here, idle.

It had hardly been an hour since the delights of his shared shower with Steve, but already it felt like years ago. Time stretched before him, mocked his enforced inactivity. Aside from waiting for something new to happen, Troy wasn’t sure where to turn to next.

“Not the most patient of men, are you?” Steve looked up from the morning paper. He softened his words with a warm, caring smile.

Troy shook his head. The corner of his mouth twitched in a partial grin, pure response to the warmth emanating from Steve. Troy wasn’t mad at his partner—far from it—but his mood was decidedly agitated nevertheless.

Troy glanced out of the window again and continued to pace.

“Out there.” He waved randomly onto the street. “Whatever plot is underway is moving, progressing. People are meeting, planning, gathering their forces. I’m sitting here, useless.”

“Your arse has barely touched the chair since we entered the room,” Steve replied mildly. He turned the pages of the newspaper.

“Figure of speech,” Troy replied, though he strongly guessed Steve knew that full well and was simply letting him vent. Troy’s respect and growing love for the man hiked up a notch. “We should be chasing someone down, questioning a witness, hell…scouring the library or Internet for information. We should be
doing
something, not sitting here.”

“Very well then,” Steve folded the paper and set it aside on a small coffee table beside the large, well-padded chair he’d plonked down into earlier. Steve threaded his fingers together and stared expectantly at Troy. “What would you have us do? Who shall we question? What lead have you neglected to follow to its limit?”

“I—well…” Troy stopped. He turned to Steve, part of him expecting a bunch of suggestions to come rattling off his tongue, but none came to him.

He had to think.

“Well for starters, I can hack into one of the databases and run James’ face through the system,” Troy stalked over to his desk and booted up his laptop. When that was ready, he brought it over to the coffee table so Steven could watch the progress with him.

“Won’t Fin or someone have already done this?”

“Probably, yeah,” Troy agreed. “But that’s not the same as us personally checking all the similar matches ourselves. Sometimes a probability might only be in the mid eighty percent range, but when you look at it, the resemblance is clear. If the profile is at a poor angle or the shot is low res and grainy, it can really shoot the percent match.”

“Okay, that sounds reasonable,” Steve sat forward in his chair, seeming convinced.

Troy opened a few windows, keyed in some passwords and set numerous simultaneous searches off and running. He had to admit he felt better, but that itchy ‘not-doing-enough’ feeling was creeping back up on him.

Getting up he then started once again to pace. With nothing else coming to mind, Troy decided to go back to square one and review everything. They might have missed a clue earlier, or even just refreshing his memory might help show things in a different light.

“I keep on coming back to Marshall with this,” Troy ground out, frustrated beyond bearing. “Why try to have him killed? Why him? Why not some other dignitary. Is this personal? Is Marshall involved in something we don’t know about? Why him? Why now?”

“We’ve been over this,” Steve replied. His tone was mild, not accusing or exasperated in the least.

Troy realized that among his many other excellent qualities, Steve was a patient man.

“Yes, but it doesn’t make sense yet.” Troy ran a hand agitatedly through his hair, scrubbing his scalp and probably making it look even more scruffy than usual. He couldn’t care less though, his brain ticking over all the frustrating questions he had.