Chapter Nine

Two hours later, the night shift was running the investigation, and Ollie and Trevor were on deck to get a few hours of sleep.

“I want to be back at it by six,” Ollie said, once they were in the room, “and it’s already midnight. That only gives us four or five hours of sleep.”

“It’s a good thing you’re a Fed and not an accountant,” Trevor said. “Your math skills suck.”

“On the contrary,” Ollie said, taking Trevor by the shoulders and pushing him to the door just as Trevor had done at the condo. “I can subtract just fine. And trust me when I say you’re not going to sleep quite yet.”

Trevor laughed. “No argument from me.”

Ollie hesitated, then met Trevor’s eyes and almost melted in the heat he saw reflected back. “I really am sorry.”

Trevor shook his head. “Stop. No more apologies. We’re good. Relationships are tricky things. They can really fuck some people up.”

Ollie leaned in, brushing his lips over Trevor’s ear. “Then it’s a good thing we’re so well-adjusted.”

“Yeah,” Trevor said, his voice going breathy in a way that made Ollie even harder. “A very good thing.”

“Trev?”

“Yeah?”

Ollie pulled back enough to meet Trevor’s eyes again. “I want to finish what we started.”

Trevor’s smile was slow and heart-meltingly sensual. “That is the second best thing I’ve heard all day.”

Ollie brushed his lips over Trevor’s perfect jawline. “Second?”

“You. Me. Sharing this room.”

Ollie swallowed, then shrugged. “I was getting in my own way earlier.”

“Yeah, you were.” Trevor took Ollie’s hand. “So long as you’re sure now, we’re all good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Trevor’s grin was pure mischief. “You know what they think is going on in here right now, don’t you?”

Ollie waited for the tug of embarrassment that didn’t come. With a grin, he kissed Trevor softly, his teeth tugging on Trev’s bottom lip as he pulled away. “I know,” he said. “How about we try to live up to their expectations?”

Trevor chuckled as he grabbed Ollie’s ass, pulling him in close. “Agent McKee, I thought better of you. Live up to? Babe,” he said, his voice low and husky, “we’re going to exceed them.”

“Yeah? Maybe you need to prove that to me.”

“Maybe I will,” Trev said, then surprised Ollie by moving one hand around to cup Ollie’s cock through his jeans, making him go even harder and his knees turn weak.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Ollie said, his voice rough.

“Yeah?” Mischief flashed in Trevor’s eyes, and before Ollie could reply, Trevor tightened his grip down below, then silenced Ollie’s moan by claiming Ollie’s mouth with his own.

His lips slid over Ollie’s, his tongue exploring Ollie’s mouth in a way that made his cock grow even harder, until he was straining against both his jeans and Trevor’s hand.

All reason faded, replaced only by the need to touch. To feel. To have.

Ollie’s hands slid around Trevor’s waist, then down, his fingers splaying over Trevor’s khaki-clad ass. He pulled Trevor’s body against his and rocked gently, his cock and Trevor’s rubbing together through their clothes. Trev’s mouth was hot and wet and so damn perfect, and Ollie wanted more. So much more.

More pressure.

More contact.

More skin.

More of everything.

He wanted it all. But mostly, he wanted it with Trevor.

“On the bed,” Trevor said, easing them away from the door and to the looming king size bed.

He gave Ollie a little shove, and Ollie sat obediently, back straight and his head tilted just enough so that he could look into Trevor’s licorice-black eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, reveling in the other man’s dark hair with just a hint of curl. Those thick eyebrows. And the mouth that was absolutely made for kissing.

He’d felt the punch the first time he’d seen him. And when they’d become friends, he’d fought that feeling for far too long. Now, he was going to finally experience what he’d been craving…and so foolishly denying himself.

“On your back,” Trevor said, taking Ollie by the shoulders and moving that process along. Soon, Ollie had scooted up the mattress, and Trevor was straddling him, the pressure of his ass against Ollie’s rock hard cock not only maddening, but also inspirational. Because right then, the only thing in Ollie’s head was what he wanted to do to Trevor—and what he hoped Trevor would do to him.

Slowly, Trevor leaned over until the material of their shirts brushed together, sending a fresh new wave of sensation tickling all over his skin. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice coming out in a rough whisper.

“Good. That was my plan. Now, hush.” He traced his fingertip over Ollie’s lips, and Ollie groaned, growing harder by the second. “Oh, yeah,” Trevor said, moving his hips just slightly and amping up the sensation.

“Trevor.” Ollie grabbed his wrist, trapping the finger that was teasing his lower lip. “Not so fast. I don’t want—I mean, I want it to last.”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed, then he bent forward and claimed Ollie’s mouth with his own. A deep, slow kiss, then building with intensity, so wild and so passionate it was almost like fucking, and Ollie never, ever wanted it to end.

It did, of course, but from the gleam in Trevor’s eyes, he had an even better follow-up planned. “I should drag you into the shower just to finish what we almost started at my place, but I can’t wait. I want you now.”

“Thank God,” Ollie said, the words coming so fast and so intense that he realized he wasn’t nervous at all—okay, maybe a little. Mostly, he just wanted this.

“Close your eyes,” Trevor ordered, and when Ollie complied, he felt the tug of his shirt being untucked from his jeans. Then Trevor’s nimble fingers unbuttoning it. In a moment, the sides of the shirt were pushed aside, and he felt the cool air against his overly heated skin.

He started to open his eyes, but heard Trevor’s low growl of protest and kept them shut. Then Trevor’s hands were on him, exploring and teasing, his fingers dancing over Ollie’s stomach and chest, his lips brushing lightly over his nipples.

It was like being on fire, and dear God, he wanted to burn.

Then he felt Trevor’s breath at his waistband, followed by Trevor’s fingers slipping under. Teasing him just enough to suggest a promise of things to come.

Overwhelmed and painfully hard, Ollie kept his eyes closed, his head back, his neck arched, and told himself to just feel. To just float. To let Trevor take him to whatever heights he wanted, because right then, Ollie would follow him anywhere.

And then he was falling, slipping deep into a well of pleasure. The scent of Trevor. The touch of him. The only sound in the room was their breathing and the seductive scrape as Trevor tugged Ollie’s zipper down, and, yeah, Ollie had to open his eyes.

Trevor noticed and flashed one wicked grin, then slid down the bed, taking Ollie’s jeans with him. Ollie wiggled, helping to ease them down and onto the floor, then found himself in only the open shirt and boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his arousal.

“That’s what I like,” Trevor said. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, and he slowly climbed back up, this time cupping Ollie through the thin material. “Close your eyes again.”

“This is completely unfair,” Ollie complained as he obeyed. “You’re still dressed.”

Trevor made a show of looking at himself, and then at Ollie. “Works for me,” he said as he tugged Ollie’s underwear down, releasing his cock. The sensation of the cool air against his heated skin made him suck in air even while he fought the urge to just out-and-out beg.

That’s when he realized that Trevor was no longer touching him. He opened his eyes to see Trevor looking at him with a grin that seemed both mischievous and deeply erotic.

“Tell me,” Trevor said, easing Ollie’s briefs all the way off. “Tell me what you want.”

“Trev…” Ollie shook his head. They hadn’t talked about this. They hadn’t negotiated a relationship. They’d only even kissed a few hours ago.

So how could Ollie know what he wanted?

Except he did know. He’d known for a long time.

Since the money laundering sting, for sure. And, if he was being honest, even before that.

Charades . When you got right down to it, Ollie had known the first time they teamed up to play charades. That was, what? Over a year ago? Back when Trevor had invited him to Zelda’s place, the woman who’d written Intercontinental, Jamie’s first big movie.

Granted, someone had been trying to kill Zelda, so the group of Stark Security agents had been there for a reason. Even so, the night had been fun, and the game even more so. He and Trevor’d had a rhythm. There’d been an edge to it. And he’d spent the whole evening in a sensual haze that had both terrified and excited him.

“Where did you go?” Trevor was leaning over him, so that Trevor’s shirt was brushing Ollie’s now-bare and very awake cock.

“I’m right here,” Ollie murmured as he reached up, then pulled Trevor’s head down for a kiss that Trevor enthusiastically returned. It was hot and wild and everything that Ollie wanted.

Except not quite everything.

“Trev…” He could hear the need in his voice.

“I know,” Trev said softly. “Me, too.” He shifted position, then lightly licked the tip of Ollie’s cock. Ollie groaned, the sound low and deep, and though he tried to squirm, Trevor’s strong hands were on Ollie’s hips, holding him firmly in place.

With a deliberate slowness that drove Ollie mad, Trev used his tongue to tease and lick and suck—never fully taking him in, but playing with him just enough to have Ollie fisting his hands in the sheets, half out of his mind with need, but not quite to the edge.

He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. It felt like heaven. It felt perfect. And even though he craved that explosive loss of control, right then he never wanted it to end.

“God, Trevor.” His voice was raw, needy, and he tilted his head back, eyes closed. He was completely at this man’s mercy, and Trevor didn’t disappoint, every lick and every touch designed to push Ollie right to the edge.

Game on, indeed.

And then, oh, yes, Trevor drew his cock fully in, his warm mouth enveloping him, sucking him long and deep until Ollie was fighting to keep from exploding, simply for the pleasure of making this sensation last.

But there was no fighting the way the pleasure was building inside him, like the increasing pressure of an imminent explosion. He opened his eyes, needing to see. Then watched as Trevor sucked his cock, the sight making his insides twist with a delicious need more intense than he’d ever felt.

He wanted the explosion. The release. And then, damned if he didn’t want Trevor in his mouth. At his mercy.

That was the thought that pushed him over the edge. That had heat flooding him. That had his entire being teetering on a precipice, fighting against the desire to go over and the longing to stay exactly like this, hyper-aroused with erotic pleasure enveloping him like the crackling of electricity.

But then Trevor’s other hand slid under Ollie’s balls, his fingers teasing Ollie’s crack until his fingertip found his ass. Ollie arched back, groaning. The sensation was incredible, and when Trevor licked his fingertip then gently teased it inside Ollie’s ass even as his tongue circled the head of Ollie’s cock, Ollie knew he had to either pull back or go completely over.

“Wait.” The word was barely a groan, but Trevor stopped immediately, lifting his head, his brow furrowed with worry. “No,” Ollie said. “It’s good. It’s amazing.” Wasn’t that an understatement. “But you asked—you asked what I wanted.” He bit his lower lip, feeling ridiculous for feeling nervous.

“So I did,” Trevor said, his head tilted just slightly, as if Ollie was a puzzle.

“What you said yesterday.” Ollie licked his lips and didn’t quite meet Trevor’s eyes. “That’s what I want.” His cheeks burned. Was he actually blushing?

“Yeah?” Trevor asked, then moved up Ollie’s body. He took Ollie’s chin in his hand, forcing Ollie to meet his eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered. “I want to hear you say it.”

Ollie’s chest tightened, and his mouth went dry. “You said you were going to fuck me.” He bit his lower lip, then exhaled. “Please, Trev. That’s what I want. Not your fingers. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Trevor’s eyes went dark with lust, and his slow, sexy smile made Ollie even harder. Hell, right then he wanted to bury himself inside Trevor as much as he wanted to submit.

Soon .

He wanted this first. To be claimed. To be owned.

And he’d wanted it for one hell of a long time.

“I did say that,” Trevor said, with his ridiculously sexy grin.

“Yeah. You did.” Ollie propped himself up on his elbows and shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it off the bed. Then he reached out for Trevor’s waistband. “You’re overdressed for the occasion.”

“That’s me. Always with the social faux pas .”

“Very gauche,” Ollie agreed, his heart pounding as he watched Trevor slide off the bed, then slowly strip. Pants first, then briefs, so that his cock poked at the tail of his shirt before Trevor pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, revealing that stunning sculpted body. He unbuttoned his jeans, then tugged them down over his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and that unexpected revelation sent a fresh shot of sensual awareness zinging through Ollie. An awareness that only increased when Trevor crawled onto the bed—and Ollie—then kissed him hard before whispering, “You want to be fucked, McKee?”

“God, yes.”

“Roll over.”

Ollie shook his head, and Trevor raised his brows. “I want to see you.”

Trevor grinned. “Fair enough.”

“So, what are—”

“Shut up,” Trevor said, sliding up Ollie’s body and taking care of that by closing his mouth over his in a slow, deep kiss that sent electricity zinging through his body only to collect in his painfully hard cock. When Trevor broke the kiss, he winked at Ollie, grabbed a pillow, and ordered Ollie to lift his ass.

Ollie complied, and Trevor slipped the pillow under Ollie’s hips before rolling off the bed and opening the overnight bag he’d brought. “Lube,” he said. “And a condom. I figured just in case.”

“I like the way you think,” Ollie said, then arched back and closed his eyes when Trevor’s lubed fingers teased his ass, the sensation almost enough to make him come right then. He heard the familiar sound of the foil package being torn and opened his eyes in time to see Trevor rolling the condom on his very large, very erect cock. He swallowed, his ass constricting, but not with nerves. With need.

So much need that he wanted to scream for Trevor to hurry. He was drunk with anticipation, heady with lust. “Please.” The word was so soft he was surprised Trevor even heard it, but he saw the way his mouth curved up and those eyes dipped to skim over Ollie’s body.

And then he was there, on hands and knees on the bed, his body over Ollie’s, his slick fingers teasing Ollie’s crack, his entrance, even as his mouth claimed Ollie’s in kiss that started out soft but got harder and deeper in time with the way that Trevor’s fingers were teasing Ollie’s rear.

His mind was spinning. Wanting.

Everything . He wanted it all. He wanted Trevor.

Hell, right then, Trevor was everything, and as far as Ollie was concerned, if he didn’t have him right then, he might as well just give it up and die. “Please,” he said again.

“Yeah,” Trevor said, breaking the kiss as he answered, then trailing kisses back down until he was once again over Ollie, the tip of his cock right at Ollie’s slick entrance, one hand on Ollie’s hip and the other on Ollie’s cock.

Ollie arched up, his body craving what Trevor was giving, then cried out at that first push, tight and painful in a way that, yeah, hurt so good.

“You okay?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Ollie said, his voice raspy with need. “More. Slow, but more.”

Trevor said nothing, but his eyes never left Ollie’s, and soon he’d filled Ollie completely, and Ollie had no choice but to close his eyes, not because it hurt, but because the intimacy of this moment was too intense, too wonderful. And then when Trevor moved inside him … oh, dear god, it felt like the universe was splitting apart. Like he was being bathed in starlight. He felt owned. Possessed. Loved.

And then when Trevor fisted his cock and stroked Ollie in time with his thrusts, he felt nothing but a mindless pleasure that was more intense than anything he’d felt before. “Trevor—Oh, god, Trevor, I’m—”

But that was all he could say, as the power of speech and thought completely left as his orgasm crashed through him like a wave, his body shaking with pleasure as he shouted out his release even as Trevor came inside him.

The sensations seemed to last forever, and then Trevor slowly withdrew, and Ollie was left panting and satisfied and still wanting more as Trev settled beside him after disposing of the condom. Ollie turned on his side, so that they were face to face, and Trevor’s hand rested on Ollie’s hip.

“Wow,” Ollie said, then inched forward to brush a kiss across Ollie’s lips.

Trevor chuckled. “I was going to ask if that was good, but I think you just answered.”

“You know it was,” Ollie said. “Either that or I deserve the award for best actor.”

Trevor grinned, but there was something hesitant in his eyes.

“What?” Ollie asked, a small knot of worry fighting its way to the surface through the sea of lingering bliss.

Trevor shook his head, looking mildly embarrassed. “Your first time. I was just—just taking a quick inventory.”

Ollie laughed. “You can take my inventory anytime.” He rolled over until he was on top of Trevor, relishing the sensation. And the control. “And no, it wasn’t weird. I don’t feel awkward. I have zero regrets.” He frowned, then tilted his head. “No, I take it back. There’s just one thing that’s not right.”

He saw the flicker of fear in the other man’s eyes. “What’s that?”

“That I haven’t had my turn with you yet.” He grinned, feeling deliciously in control. “I hope you weren’t planning on drifting off to sleep right away.”

Trevor laughed. “No,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Ollie’s ass. “Sleep is the last thing on my mind.”