Hard Case (4 page)

Their pants gaped open, pushed down only enough to give them room to move freely. Troy watched their hands move in time with each other, the tandem nature of their pumping adding more intimacy to the moment. They were in this together.

The head of Steven’s dick was wet, coated in his pre-cum, proof of his excitement. The tip was flushed a dark red, the veins prominent along the length of his shaft. Troy’s mouth watered, aching to close his lips around that lush, plump end and taste him. That would require releasing himself from Steve’s firm grasp and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Next time, I’m going to taste you,” Troy promised. “Suck you into my mouth and feel you fuck my throat.”

“Mmm.” Steve licked his lips. “While you do that, I’ll finger your ass, lube you up and prepare you for that first breach. That’s always my favorite part, splitting my partner’s cheeks, getting a good look at that tiny hole and then watching it gape and swallow me down. There’s no time right now to do you justice, nor is it the place I envisioned, but soon, Troy. Soon.”

Troy’s legs shook—passion and need making him weak.

“Assuming I have the strength, it will be my pleasure to return the favor,” he panted. “But something about you, mate. I lose my control. You have this way of making me give you everything. I can’t help myself.”

They kissed ferociously, grunting as they each worked their hands faster. Troy could feel the energy start at the base of his spine. It worked around until his stomach twisted and lower, his balls tightened. His shaft ached, not in a painful way, but as if he was too full to bear it. Heat burned within him, his heart pounded so hard he could hear the drum-beat of it in his ears.

He let his head fall back and fluttered his eyes shut. As much as he wanted to watch Steven, devour his every action, he couldn’t bear any more stimulation.

“I’m nearly there,” he groaned.

“Watch.” Steve’s voice was hoarse.

Troy forced his eyes open, lifted his head and watched Steven’s face. He breathed harshly and sweat glistened on his brow. A rich flush covered his neck and cheeks, showing Troy just how close he was to climax. When Steve looked down again, Troy also lowered his head.

They moved their hands quickly now, each rushing toward completion. Up and down they stroked with their cocks straining against each other and flushed darkly. Troy canted his hips up, thrusting his erection harder and faster. Steve following him, keeping pace. Their pants became louder, the rasping sound of their breathing filling the room as they strove for that final peak.

“Fuck yeah,” Troy shouted, as that hot, heavy detonation started in his balls.

With sharp, jerking movements, he fucked himself into Steven’s hand. He moved his fist quicker and squeezed Steve tighter, urging his partner to come with him. Steve cried out, gripping Troy’s erection tightly as he also came.

Heat washed over Troy as his body spasmed. The tight, delicious pressure of Steve’s hand massaged his shaft, drawing his seed from his body. Troy bucked in time to Steve’s thrusts, each of them jerking together. Pressed so tightly against each other, their hands touched as they rode through their climax. White seed shot from Troy’s tip, coating over Steve’s fingers. He felt warmth from the Steve’s cum as it splashed on his hand.

Drained, Troy became aware once again of the sounds and scent of the room. Their labored breaths filled the small area. The heavy scent of seed and sex beat at him with every indrawn breath. His hands were sticky, covered in their mingled pleasure. Troy found it incredibly intimate and highly arousing, knowing they’d come simultaneously and by each other’s hand.

They stood still for a moment, each recovering in their own time. Amusement bubbled up inside Troy. He looked over his shoulder to the small trolley Steven had wheeled in earlier when they’d taken command of the room.

“I hope there’s towels or wipes in there,” he said.

“It won’t be a problem to find something,” Steve reassured him. “Besides, I’ve got a change of clothes in my locker if we’ve made a mess.”

Slowly they untangled themselves. Troy placed his clean hand on Steve’s shoulder, halting him before he pulled away. Dipping his head, he then pressed a light kiss on Steven’s lips, loving again how soft they were.

“That was amazing. Thank you,” Troy whispered.

Steve smiled at him, then closed the distance that speaking had created between them. Steve kissed him in return in a slower, more thorough fashion. Troy closed his eyes, lost in the languid, sensual pleasure Steve’s touch gave him. When Steve pulled away, Troy caught his breath and opened his eyes.

“Let me find something so we can clean up,” Steve replied, his voice husky again. “I can’t imagine we’ll remain undisturbed much longer.”

“We can swing by my place, shower and change before we go talk to Marshall,” Troy offered. “I’ll need fresh clothes and that way you won’t have to get changed here.”

Steven handed him some paper towels and they each did what they could to set themselves to rights. Even afterward, Troy still felt sticky and he reeked of sex. He smirked and decided it wasn’t something he found distasteful. He liked the scent of Steve on his skin.

Besides, it was only a short drive home. He liked the knowledge that if he tasted his hand, it would come away with the salty tang that was the essence of Steven.

His heart felt warm, light.

“I’ll just return this, grab my bag and be back in a few minutes,” Steve said, as he checked they’d not left anything behind. Troy opened the door and stood aside so Steve could push the trolley out. They paused in the corridor.

“I’ll drop you off at the side exit,” Steve suggested. “I can put this away and meet you. Then we can—”

“Oh, Thompson, I thought you left ages ago?”

Steve and Troy turned around. A Matron had just rounded the corridor. She peered into the open door of the now empty room.

“Oh good,” she said, “I’ve got a six year old who was brought into Triage. He’s just puked everywhere and I want to isolate him until one of the doctors can check him over. This will be perfect. Is everything all right?”

“Oh yes,” Steven replied with a smile. “Just finishing up my shift—late, as usual. We’ll get out of your way, then.”

Troy marveled at how he could look so innocent after what they’d done against that door not five minutes ago. The man was better than he at acting and lying—and Troy had never thought his skills lacking in that area.

“All right, see you tomorrow,” the Matron replied, her mind clearly already elsewhere.

Troy followed as Steven led him through the maze of corridors and wards. Eager excitement hammered at his heart and not the usual sort of starting a new case or the thrill of hunting down the villain and puzzling out a new problem. Sure, he was happy to be starting a new investigation, but this time it was so much more.

Steve had put a spring in his step. This man was directly responsible for his excellent mood, and Troy couldn’t wait to see where it all led.

They paused next to a door clearly marked as the exit. The automatic doors opened and a chill, blustery wind had Troy shivering. He pulled his jacket closed.

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” Steve said. “I’m looking forward to that shower you promised me.”

Troy grinned. He hadn’t thought far ahead enough to imagine the potential for naughty water play. The large clock on the wall above the reception desk had his smile dimming.

“Office hours will be over soon,” Troy pointed out. “If we’re going to catch Marshall, we won’t be able to linger long. Can I get a rain check on that for tonight?”

“I could probably fit it into my schedule,” Steve said with a wicked wink. “Don’t move too far. I’ll be right back.”

Troy watched, unabashedly checking out Steve’s tight ass as he walked away. No one else seemed to pay Steven the least bit of attention, but Troy knew he would forever associate hospitals—and Steve in particular—with the sensual experience they’d just shared.

He’d never be shy about coming over to the hospital again. That was for sure.

* * * *

Troy pulled up in front of the small flat Steve had led him to.

“I just need a quick shower,” Steve promised. “I know we’re in a rush. I’ll just be five minutes.”

Troy grinned at him. “Don’t worry. I know you’ll not try and tie me to a chair and have your way with me.”

Heat glittered in Steve’s eyes.

“Well,” he drawled. “Maybe not this time, Troy. But just be aware that next time…all bets are off.”

Troy laughed, loving how Steve could make simple teasing so…
hot
.

“Forewarned is forearmed,” he agreed. “Though surely now the surprise will be gone? What happened to spontaneity?”

“I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve. Don’t you worry,” Steve murmured. He opened the car door before Troy could reply. The men exchanged sensual glances and Steve climbed out of the car.

Troy locked the car as Steve pulled his keys from his pocket. Steve led him up to the door then unlocked it. Curious, Troy glanced around the Spartan flat. Clean and neat, the place nevertheless looked well lived in. A coat rack stood near the front door—a few scarves, umbrellas and another coat all stored within easy reach.

Steve walked straight past it and waved farther down the hall.

“Kitchen’s that way, if you want a cuppa,” he offered, “but I really will be quick.”

Troy watched that tight, sleek ass walk through the doorway into another room. A moment later he heard the spray of water hitting tiles. He continued down the hall, expecting to go have a look at the kitchen but then stopped mid-stride.

The mental image of Steve naked, wet and hot, filled his head. Need thrummed through Troy’s blood. He licked his lips. Why pass up such a golden opportunity? Sure, they were in a rush, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy what time they had.

Backtracking, Troy entered Steve’s bedroom. The bed was made with tight corners, though Steve’s clothes had been haphazardly thrown into a hamper in the corner. His shoes had been toed off and seemingly left where they fell. The wardrobe door was open. Steam trickled in from the open bathroom door, the sound of water louder here.

Gathering his courage, Troy quickly stripped. The tiled floor was cool under his naked feet. He cleared his throat, not wanting to startle Steve.

“Did you find the kettle, mate?” Steve called out over the shower.

Troy pulled back the curtain and the two men stared at each other.

“I’m not thirsty,” he replied huskily. “Not for tea.”

Heat filled Steven’s gaze and for a moment Troy wondered if he’d be told to sod off, to put his clothes back on and leave him in peace to get clean.

Steve turned to face him, exposing his body fully. “You going to come in? Or are we going to flood the bathroom?”

Troy grinned. He stepped up then pulled the curtain closed behind him. The water was hot—almost uncomfortably so—but it was delicious. His hair grew damp and plastered to his skull.

Steve slid a wet arm around him and drew their bodies together. Troy lowered his head and they kissed hungrily. Small moans filled the air as they ate at each other. Steve nipped his teeth and captured Troy’s lip. Suckled down on it. Troy’s legs wobbled as need seared through his blood.

His cock filled, hardening painfully. Troy drew in a deep breath, forced himself to go slow when all he wanted to do was bend Steve over and thrust his shaft into his ass until his sac bumped against wet skin.

There’d be time for that later. Right now, he needed to do what he’d been thinking of since the hospital.

“Bloody hell,” Steve murmured when Troy pulled away.

Troy stared at his wonderful eyes, the pupils dilated and hunger etched into his face. Smiling wickedly, Troy pressed him back against the tiles and knelt.

“I thought we were in a rush?” Steve said.

“We are,” Troy agreed. “But not so pressed for time I can’t have a quick bite.”

Steve chuckled. “Better watch your teeth, mate. I’m rather fond of what’s down there.”

“I’m becoming addicted to it myself,” Troy bantered.

Opening his mouth wide, Troy then dipped his head low. In one smooth motion he encompassed Steve’s tip and moved as far down the shaft as he could without gagging. Flicking his tongue out, he laved the sensitive skin, tasting salt, warm water and a musky, masculine flavor that was all Steve.

“Bloody hell,” Steve groaned.

Troy looked up and saw him with his head cast back and mouth open as he panted. Steve was gorgeous as he lost himself to desire. Troy lifted his fingers and cupped Steve’s sac. Stroking the fine hairs and lightly pinching the tender skin, a shudder coursed through him as he felt Steve’s balls rise slightly in pleasure.

He hummed, hoping the vibration would add intensity. Bobbing his head, Troy then sucked hard. Small trails of pre-cum leaked from Steve’s head, coating over Troy’s tongue and adding extra taste.

Steve cupped a warm hand around the back of Troy’s head. He lifted his gaze and saw a searing need in Steve’s eyes. Steve tightened his fingers in Troy’s hair, but then loosened them as if he were holding himself in check.

Troy groaned. His cock was thick, hard and desperate for some attention, but he didn’t want Steve to restrain himself. He tasted divine, was large and fulfilling. Troy wanted this to be incredible for his partner and holding back was not how to get there.

He pushed his head farther down Steve’s long shaft. He relaxed his throat muscles and breathed steadily.

“Oh shit,” Steve moaned.

Once again Steve’s fingers clasped tightly in Troy’s hair. Troy mumbled encouragingly. Once, then twice, Steve canted his hips, lightly fucking Troy’s mouth, but he stopped, once again seeming reluctant to go over the edge.

Frustrated, Troy pulled up enough to speak.

“Do it,” he mumbled as best he could with his mouth full and stretched wide. “Fuck me. Let loose. Do it.”

To prove his point, Troy reached around and grasped Steve’s ass. Blunt fingernails dug into warm, slick muscle. Troy pulled him closer, forcing more of Steve’s cock down his throat. He wanted to be fucked, to be used with wild abandon. Steve cried out and thrust his hips with growing urgency. Finally he gave in to what they both craved.