Slow Burn (MM) (10 page)

Brody started walking as well, his gaze narrowed, trying hard to look disapproving as he shook his head. The hint of a grin gave him away. “You have no shame.” It didn’t sound like he minded either.

That was it. They needed to get naked ASAP. Why the hell not? They’d laid a few ground rules. What they did, they kept private, and Zack was clearly the more experienced. How much more? It didn’t matter. All he cared about was Brody all sweaty and salty, his dark hair sticking up in places. Brody would frown about it if he knew, because it made him look less threatening. His T-shirt clung to him in deliciously naughty ways and, from the not so secretive glances he kept throwing at Zack’s chest, Zack could only imagine his shirt was doing the same.

“No shame whatsoever.” Screw it. Zack threw caution to the wind and just came out with it.

“My house is just up there.” He thumbed to the road beyond the beach access. “I’m one street back. Come on, I have water and Gatorade and the walk will help cool the muscles.” He turned and started walking, leaving Brody—and any chance to protest—a few steps behind.

“Water sounds good,” Brody said, catching up to walk beside him.

He bit back a smile. Operation Get Brody in the House
and
Naked, so far a success.

“This is your place?” Brody asked as they reached the driveway.

“Nah, it’s someone else’s. I’m hoping they won’t notice the two big, sweaty men in their kitchen, drinking up all their water.”

That earned him a shove to the back of the head. It shouldn’t have been sexually charged, but with Brody, it seemed 90 percent of everything crackled with carnal tension.

He unlocked the door with the key from the little pocket of his shorts and let Brody into the well-air-conditioned abode of Shack de Zack.

Brody’s grin snuck out upon entry. “This is absolutely your place.” He went straight to the enormous painted African mask on the wall between the kitchen and living room. The one that hung between his two palm plants, above his collection of snow globes from all his travels.

“Pretty much.” Zack opened the fridge and grabbed two waters.

“It’s random as hell.” Brody chuckled. “Fess up, you own a beanbag chair, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“And I bet you blast Bob Marley on the weekends while you drink a beer with some kind of fruit in it, sitting outside and watching the sun go down, contemplating the awesomeness of life.” Brody took the offered water.

“I hear the sarcasm, but as a matter of fact, hell yeah. Marley is awesome for unwinding, and nothing beats a Corona on a summer night.” He took a sip of his water and smiled, noting that Brody was openly joking with him. He wasn’t about to point it out, but the hard-ass cop had a playful side.

Brody shook his head again, cracking his beer open. “You were probably just the kind of kid I got calls on when I was a uni. College kids either drinking beer or smoking pot in the park, not a care in the world, not a clue either. Solving the world’s problems when they have none.”

“Hey, I’m only five years younger than you.”

“Yeah, and I was in the uniform at twenty-two.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Brody gave him a knowing look.

That dark-eyed warning he probably used all the time at work. He was every bit the uniformed officer who would’ve told teenage Zack and his premed friends to put the beer in the garbage can and get their asses out of the park and back to campus before they got themselves a record.

“I hauled in a few guys just like you back in the day. Harmless, but scared them enough to stay out of trouble in the future.”

Damn. All Zack could think was the man needed to be pounced. And
soon
. He eyed Brody tilting back the bottled water like he’d done a three-day desert trek. Now he didn’t have to hide it when he watched the way Brody’s throat moved. No longer had to disguise checking him out. It sure as hell made their run a lot more motivating. Slowing down occasionally to run behind Brody was an experience not to be missed. They ought to put the man at the front of marathons. Straight women and gay men would all cut their times in half.

A wayward bead of sweat ran down Brody’s strong neck into his T-shirt. Stupid fucking T-shirt hid way too much of the good stuff. It had to go.

Zack laughed because maybe now he could say exactly that and not get decked. He wouldn’t risk being that überbossy just yet, though.

“What are you laughing about now?” Brody asked, his tone brusque but playful. “You think I’m fucking weird?
You
are weird. Laughing at nothing. Tapestry-hanging, candle-lighting, and incense-loving beach boy. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”

Zack snorted with laughter as he put his water down and closed in on Brody. Gray eyes homed in on him over the top of the bottle. He reached out and pulled the bottle away from Brody’s lips.

“Nuh-uh.” Brody grinned. “This one is mine. Get your own damn water.”

“I don’t want your drink, dickhead.” He laughed again.

“No?”

“No.” He took the drink from Brody and set it aside. He stepped in closer, one hand on the counter behind him, the other hovering at Brody’s side. He waited, wanting to know what Brody would do or say, if anything.

Brody’s heated gaze alternated between Zack’s mouth and eyes. His lips went from curled in amusement to barely parted as he waited too. “You really are a fucking tease,” he finally said.

“Kinda.” Zack grinned before closing the last inches to take Brody’s mouth with his.

This time he wanted to take his time. Savor the taste of Brody in a way he couldn’t when it was frantic and desperate. The cool feel of his tongue, sucking on it suggestively enough for Brody to grab his hips and tug him in.

He had other ideas. He pulled back and reached for Brody’s water, the movement causing his erection to brush against Brody’s hip. He took a long swallow, eyeing Brody’s face.

“What are you doing?”

Zack smiled. “Thirsty,” he said, just before Brody shook his head and jerked the bottle away, turning them to press Zack back against the counter. Brody palmed the back of Zack’s head and pulled him down, angling his head to deepen the kiss. Brody’s tongue slid against his as he curled his fingers into Zack’s hair and tugged.

That bolt of want thrummed through his body at the taste of Brody. The brush of his stubble burning his mouth, one hand pushing against his chest, holding him there, fingers clenched in his, the other holding his head still.

Zack found the loose band of Brody’s shorts and brushed his fingers along the seam. There was a muffled sound of approval before Brody sucked at his tongue and spread his fingers wide against his shirt.

“Stupid shirts,” Zack mumbled.

“What?” Brody said on a huff of a laugh.

He moved just enough to be able to tug at Brody’s shirt, jerking it up because it now offended him in
every
way.

Brody let him yank it up over his head. “What’d my shirt ever do to you?” he asked.

Zack tossed it on the floor behind him. “I couldn’t stop staring at you while we ran. Thinking.”

Brody shook his head, a hint of a smile. “What’s that got to do with my poor shirt?”

He grabbed Brody by the waist, locking their hips together so there was no way Brody could miss the hard-on and he couldn’t miss Brody’s either. “It’s got to do with me wanting you naked.”

Brody leaned in, kissing him, but he wriggled out of his shorts and toed off his shoes and socks, lips not leaving Zack’s until he spoke. “Happy now?”

Zack looked down, slow gaze up, taking in all of Brody. Brody, once someone he figured he’d never see again, standing before him like this. “Oh yeah.” Brody totally naked, in his kitchen, his hard dick catching on Zack’s shorts, his broad chest warming Zack through his clothes…

He groaned and clutched Brody’s ass, pressing their cocks together, rubbing as Brody made a low growling noise. Zack controlled the slow grind with his hands, turning them again, the hot pleasure curling in his stomach and deep into his balls.

The pressure was bliss but not enough for either of them to get off. He was nothing if not resourceful. He left Brody’s mouth to suck down his jaw, the late-day shadow rough on his tongue. He paused long enough to suck hard at the cord of muscle in Brody’s shoulder, and then Brody was tugging at his shirt too.

He looked at Brody, mouth swollen and eyes dark.

“I’m pissed at your shirt too.”

Zack grinned but kept working his way down. “I’m busy,” he said before sucking at the definition of Brody’s pec, flicking his tongue over a dark nipple, the taut stomach, taking particular care to lick near the dent of his hips.

Brody groaned and faltered on his feet. A quick intake of breath when Zack brushed his cheek past Brody’s erection. Bobbing, pink and hard—like he could miss it? Of course Brody would have a gorgeous cock. It shouldn’t surprise him. He even smelled amazing. Clean sweat, cologne, and man. His cock twitched against Zack’s cheek, and an honest-to-God moan came out of the man.

Zack looked up to find Brody entranced. Staring down, eyes blazing, jaw tense and set to crack.

“Zack,” he said. “You start teasing me now, and I’ll kick your ass.”

He wasn’t that cruel. Never mind he wanted his mouth on that cock like fifteen minutes ago.

He gave the head a few little licks before leaning in and sliding it between his lips. Brody instantly wound up like a spring, and Zack squeezed his ass, drawing him into his mouth, slowly and fully.

He felt Brody’s weight shift as he grabbed the counter.

“Fuck.” Brody groaned.

Exactly.

Zack slid him in and out, just enough suction to get him going but not enough to finish him off. He wasn’t interested in a race. He settled his knees on the pile of Brody’s clothing, caressing Brody’s thighs and back up to cup his ass. A quick sucking pop on the head, and he was rewarded with a jerk of Brody’s hips. Zack licked his way down the shaft and flicked his tongue over Brody’s balls.

A touch against the back of his head, Brody’s fingers in his hair. Zack glanced up, and Brody’s gaze was still as hot, just as focused.

“Zack,” he tried, his voice raspy and full of need.

Zack kept his eyes locked on Brody’s and took him back into his mouth, sucking hard, deep enough to touch the back of his throat before working him in and out, hot and fast.

Brody groaned again, face stained a luscious pink. “Fuck…Zack. Yeah.”

He would’ve grinned with pride if he weren’t busy with more important things. He already knew eye contact did things to Brody, and he went with it. Relished it too. He wanted to make Brody come. Not just come hard, but the kind of neck-arching, back-locking, hard climax that made you feel like your spine might crack. This orgasm would be carved into Brody’s mind. The kind he’d think about weeks, even years later.

Brody watched him, eyes glassy. He licked and bit at his bottom lip, still stroking Zack’s hair with a shaky hand, probably trying not to dig his fingers in and hold Zack in place so he could fuck his mouth.

Not that Zack would mind, but they could do that some other time. When it came to that, he’d let Brody control the rhythm, everything. Right now, Zack wanted things his way, and his way meant Brody bellowing out his climax.

He paused long enough to lick at his fingers before taking Brody back in. Using his wet fingers to slide behind Brody’s sack and press, making light circles, he added pressure. Pressure and what he knew was undeniable pleasure. With his longest finger, he brushed back, barely touching the opening. Just a taunt of what could be.

Brody groaned, and finally, his hips did move. He thrust, and Zack only had to suck a few seconds more, massaging Brody harder, with all he had, teasing him with promises of more.

“Fuck!
Fuuuuuck
,” he shouted, bent over, one hand tightening in Zack’s hair, the other digging into his shoulder.

Warm bursts of salty flavor as he swallowed down. Zack was so painfully hard in his shorts that the slightest touch, and he’d be coming too.

“Zack.” Brody leaned against him, his face flushed and relaxed, mouth parted, eyes closed. “I think you killed me.”

Not hardly, but that feeling was definitely Zack’s aim. He rocked back on his heels and looked up at Brody.

Chin rested against his chest, arms dangling loosely by his sides like the bones were gone, Brody sighed heavy and deep. He eventually lifted his chin and met Zack’s gaze. Hooded eyes, finally warm and clear. A smirk curled the edge of his lips.

“C’mere.” Brody tugged Zack up to his feet and turned him so his back was to the cabinet. His kiss was languid. Relaxed. He took his time exploring, sucking at Zack’s bottom lip, big hands curling into his waist until it brought a moan from both of them.

Brody eased his way down to one knee, the movement awkward because of the injury.

“Oh hell no.” Zack grabbed his arm and urged him back up. “We are not going to undo all the good we’ve done, no matter how damn eager I am. Come on.” He led Brody into his living room and over to the huge chair. Shoving the ottoman out of the way, he indicated for Brody to sit.

“Damn, you’re bossy.”

“No, I’m smart.” He grinned.

“And so humble.” Brody tugged him in and kissed him again, slid his tongue against Zack’s, sucking and nibbling his bottom lip until he was set to explode.

“I’m a tease?”

“Shirt.” Brody snapped his fingers. “Your turn now. Off.”

He yanked his shirt up over his head, smiling as he felt Brody tugging his shorts down. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and stood naked before the sexiest lover he’d ever had. Not mere physicality, but the essence of Brody. The kind of man spelled capital
M-A-N
. And as Brody sat down on the chair and pulled Zack forward with his hands on the backs of his thighs, he realized he was going to last about five seconds with this
M-A-N
sucking his cock.

Brody glanced up at him, his eyes reflecting the slightest vulnerability, like when he’d faltered on his crutches. The human side to the guarded cop only made him more desirable, and, as he took Zack into his mouth, Zack realized he’d probably done this only a handful of times. Brody was definitely the type more likely to receive head than give it if he was cruising. It wasn’t like he would’ve had to try hard either. Cruising some dance club, a man like Brody wouldn’t have to work at finding an eager volunteer. The guys would’ve fallen all over themselves to suck him off.