Crew

C rew felt like a nervous teen boy all through dinner and when Zane asked him to come back to his place for the night, he thought for sure that his stomach was going to rebel against him. Maybe a heavy pasta dish wasn’t the smart way to go for dinner, but he also didn’t plan on Zane wanting to move so quickly. He offered to have Zane back to his place but was thankful when Zane insisted that they go to his house. He made the excuse that his house was closer, and that worked for .

“Do you live around here?” Zane asked after giving him directions back to his place.

“I live on the other side of town, near the precinct. My apartment is a tiny one bed, one bath and it’s pretty run down.” He shrugged, “The rent was cheap, and it didn’t matter what the place looked like because I was never home. My job kept me out all hours of the day and night, and when I finally went home it was usually to shower, shave, and sleep for a few hours.”

“I get it,” Zane said, “I had a place near my office and when I couldn’t take my neighbors playing music at all hours of the night, I decided that it was time to put down roots and buy a place.” was going to ask if Zane ever thought about having a family in his big house, but decided against it. He wasn’t even sure what a family would look like for him. He always thought that he’d eventually find a woman and a man who wanted the same things he did in life, but he never really looked for that, outside of his dreams. His work took up so much of his time, that he couldn’t really head out to a bar to pick up someone after working his nine to five. His hours were crazier than that and he was pretty sure that no one would put up with him being on call all the time.

sat down on the sectional sofa in Zane’s family room and looked around. The house had an open floor plan, and he had to admit, he liked it. He could see himself in a place like this, but he was getting ahead of himself.

“What happens now, Zane?” asked, ready to start the main show of the night. He loved getting to know Zane a little bit at dinner, he was looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with him.

“Now we can do whatever you’d like,” Zane breathed.

“Good,” said. He grabbed Zane’s hand and pulled him down onto the sofa. “Do you prefer to be the top or the bottom?” he asked as Zane practically fell on top of him.

“Um, I’m kind of a switch I think,” Zane admitted.

“So, you can go either way?” asked. He actually liked that in a man. He liked guys who were bossy but could also allow his partner to be in charge if that’s what he wanted.

Zane started to unbutton ’s shirt and slid his hand in to rub his chest. Zane’s hands were everywhere, and the way the guy kissed him felt like a personal touch. He slid his tongue into ’s mouth, and he couldn’t help but moan into Zane’s mouth.

“We need more room,” said, “this sofa is too small for the two of us,” he said, hinting to Zane that he wanted to go up to the master bedroom.

“I’ve got a king-size bed upstairs. Come on,” Zane ordered taking ’s hand. He followed Zane up to his bedroom and when they got inside, pushed him up against the wall—his body hitting it with a thud.

“Was that okay?” asked, hoping like hell that it was.

“I like it a little rough,” Zane admitted. kept him pinned there, kissing him until they were both out of breath. “I need you naked, now,” Zane ordered. didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and Zane sunk to his knees, tugging ’s boxers down his big thighs, letting his cock spring free.

“You are so fucking big,” Zane said. He licked ’s erection from tip to base, and when he finally finished teasing his guy. He sucked him into his mouth, to the back of his throat, almost gagging himself.

“Fuck,” shouted. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Zane let his cock pop free from his mouth and smiled at him. “Good,” he whispered. He sucked back into his mouth and worked him in and out until couldn’t take it anymore. And when he tried to pull out of Zane’s mouth, not wanting to come down his throat, Zane grabbed both of ’s ass cheeks and held him firmly in place. had no other choice—he came in hot spurts down Zane’s throat, and he didn’t feel even a tang of regret.

“Your turn,” insisted, “strip,” he ordered. He watched as Zane got naked, staring at every inch of him as he went down his body, taking off his boxers. The man was seriously beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to taste him.

“On the bed, handsome,” ordered, patting the mattress. Zane did as he asked and wasted no time settling between Zane’s legs, sucking his large cock into his mouth.

“God,” Zane moaned. chuckled around Zane’s shaft, causing him to moan once more. He loved the way that Zane couldn’t seem to stay still for him. He was thrashing around on the bed, and that made work harder to get what he wanted from Zane. He sucked Zane to the back of his throat and swallowed around his erection and that was all he had to do to get Zane to come. He loved the way he shouted his name and after had licked him clean, he crawled onto the bed next to him, snuggling into his body. There was something about Zane that made him want to give him everything that he asked for and take the same from him. Zane seemed to be his equal, leaving no lack of balance, and that made sure that would make the two of them work together.

“I’m so glad that you’re investigating a murder at my club,” Zane joked, making laugh. “Will you stay the night with me?” knew that he’d be breaking one of his personal rules if he stuck around until morning, but then again, he didn’t want to leave Zane just yet.

“I’ll stay the night,” agreed.

“Good because I’m not ready to give you up yet, ,” Zane whispered, pulling against his body. As far as was concerned, he was good with Zane never being ready to let him go—ever.

Over the past weeks of the two of them being together, had spent most of his time at Zane’s place. He had moved most of his personal belongings over to Zane’s house and had slowly moved some of his clothes over too. The dry cleaner was delivering his uniforms to Zane’s house and now, was beginning to wonder if they were on the same page.

So many times, he thought that Zane seemed like he was going to ask to move in with him, and every time he seemed to come up with some other question at the last minute. Tonight, he planned on flat-out asking Zane if he could move in with him. was going to ask him if he really wanted a long-term relationship with him like they had talked about while lying in bed late at night. If not, he was going to have to make some hard and fast decisions—and he was sure that he’d end up breaking his own heart in the process.

He walked into the kitchen to find Zane making dinner. Neither of them were very good cooks, but they decided to take turns cooking and it was working for them. “Hey, babe,” Zane said. He moved the pot he was stirring off the burner and crossed the kitchen to kiss . He knew that he was holding back, worrying about the conversation that he wanted to have with his guy, and Zane seemed to pick up on his hesitation.

“What’s going on?” Zane asked.

“Can we sit down?” questioned. “I need to talk to you.” Zane suddenly looked as worried as felt.

“Should I be worried?” Zane asked.

“That depends,” said.

“On what?” Zane asked.

“On how you feel about us living together,” said.

“I see,” Zane breathed.

“I know that we’ve only been together for a short time, but I want a future with you. And if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been slowly moving my stuff over here. I mean, I haven’t really unpacked anything, and my stuff is all in the spare room, still packed in my suitcases, but I want to be here, Zane, with you,” admitted. He had gotten it all out and now, there would be no taking any of it back, even if he wanted to—and he didn’t.

Zane stood and held out his hand to , not saying anything to him. It wasn’t like his guy to have nothing to say. “What are you doing?” asked.

“Just come with me,” Zane ordered. stood and took his hand, knowing that he could be led to the front door and kicked out. Maybe pushing Zane wasn’t his finest idea.

Zane led him to the stairs and to the master bedroom where he pushed the door open. “Why are we up here?” asked.

“Because I want you to see this,” he said, tugging over to the closet and flicking on the light. He practically shoved into the small space. “You see, I was going to ask you to move in here with me—tonight after dinner. I was going to ply you with a lot of wine and ask if you’d move in and give up your apartment. I’m ready for more, and I don’t give a shit how long we’ve been together. I love you, , and I want our relationship to be permanent.”

wrapped his arms around Zane’s waist. “I guess you noticed my stuff piling up in the corner of your spare room then,” whispered.

“I did,” he admitted, “and you know how much clutter bothers me. So, I unpacked your shit and hung it all up in here—color coded of course.”

“Of course,” teased. “So, we’re doing this then?” he asked.

“I think that we both want the same things, babe,” Zane said. “Why not take a chance? Maybe things will go well and we’ll both be happy.”

“Always the optimist,” teased.

“I’ll counter your pessimism. See, we’re already a great team,” Zane insisted. had to admit that they were a pretty damn good team.

“Well, this went better than I thought it would,” said.

“What did you imagine would happen?” Zane asked.

“I thought that maybe you’d kick me to the curb or something,” teased.

“Not a chance,” Zane said, pulling him in for a kiss. “Ready for dinner?” he asked.

“Is it edible?” questioned.

“Shut up and come on,” Zane said, smacking his ass on the way out of the closet.

“Hey Zane,” called. Zane turned around and looked at him as he still stood in the closet.

“Yeah?” Zane asked.

“I love you too,” said, smiling at his guy. He had never said those words to anyone except his parents, and he had to admit, it felt pretty damn good. Falling for Zane had been easy, but sharing his feelings with him wasn’t. He planned on changing that.