“Thanks.”
A warm hand pressed down on his shoulder. He didn’t need to look around to know it was Noah.
“Just grabbing my water bottle.” Noah leaned over Zeke to do just that, pushing himself between him and Alex. He crouched low beside him for a moment and whispered, “Down the corridor, second door on the left. Ten minutes.”
He was gone before Zeke could question him. His eyes flicked between the rest of his squad, but none of them were paying him any attention, as Avalanche Blitz had begun in earnest.
Struggling to focus on the game or the conversations around him now that he’d been assigned his secret mission, he spent his countdown checking his wristband every five seconds, whichdidattract Frankie’s suspicion.
“Got somewhere more exciting to be?”
Apparently, yes, he did.
After nine minutes, he mumbled something about needing to go check something and stood up, leaving the church’s nave as surreptitiously as possible. The specified door was ancient and heavy, made of thick oak, dark and weathered with age. The carvers had adorned it with intricate depictions of angels and saints, their gilded features chipped and faded. Taking a deep breath, Zeke pulled on the iron handle. The door creaked open to reveal a spiral stone staircase leading to shadowy depths.Definitely not creepy.
Switching on his flashlight, he turned around to shut the door, hoping nobody saw him enter. A giant slab of metal formed a sliding lock and he took a moment to push it across before descending. A musty, damp smell filled the air. Just where exactly was he going? What was—
“Boo!”
He opened his mouth to scream, but powerful hands clamped around his mouth.
Noah’s illuminated face jumped towards him, the light framing him like an angel of death.
“Was that really necessary? You’ve already seen what I look like scared shitless on a number of occasions.”
“Did you lock the door?”
“Yep. What’s our cover story for— Holy crap, are we in acrypt?”
He flashed the light throughout the large circular chamber. Its high, arched ceiling towered above them. The statues of angels, sitting on alcoves carved into the stone walls, glared at them in judgment. A large stone sarcophagus took up most of the space in the middle. As if the situation wasn’t odd enough as it was, Noah pulled out from his pocket a handful of tea lights—likely stolen from the candle altar above—and used a box of matches to start lighting them.
“We’ve got to take what we can get, I’m afraid.” Noah set up the line of candles on the edge of the tomb, their soft glow throwing enough light onto the floor to reveal a sleeping bag. Noah shot him a sly grin. “Is this not romantic enough for you?”
He shivered, partly from the freezing chill of the crypt, partly from the look in Noah’s eye. “I mean, sex in a crypt wasn’t exactly on my bucket list, but whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
“The door’s locked. We can’t hear them, so they can’t hear us. The perimeter is secured. The drone footage indicates there’s no types for miles. We’re both off duty. Let’s just steal a few moments for ourselves.”
In two quick strides, Noah had banished the space between them, reaching out to pull Zeke’s body towards him. His hands instantly flew to Noah’s hair, tugging it free of its tie as Noah removed his glasses, sliding them into his coat pocket.
And then it was Zeke tumbling Noah backwards, down onto the floor. It was a frantic mess of legs and arms and mouths. Zeke pushing into Noah, seeking heat, touch, anything,everything.
Noah’s hands under his shirt burned away the cold as they traced the outline of his ribs, stomach, collarbone. Garments of clothing flew off to the side as they shed them at lightning speed.
Noah grabbed a large fistful of Zeke’s hair—grown out longer than ever in the last few months—pulling his head back to nip at the skin on his neck before sucking, hard. A distant part of his mind worried about the mark Noah might leave, but Zeke pushed into it anyway, writhing as Noah’s hand travelled down his chest, tugging lightly at the patch of hair at the base of his stomach before finally—finally—reaching his now-aching cock.
Moaning as he pushed into Noah’s hand, he brushed his lips over Noah’s jaw, desperate to find his mouth. Wet lips readily parted as he hungrily drove his tongue inside, running it over Noah’s chipped canine tooth as if it was a secret just for him.
Zeke released Noah’s mouth, leaning on both hands to raise his body up so he could see his face. Black hair cascaded out around his head like a halo, but the way he looked at Zeke—like he was all Noah wanted and all he would ever need—madehimfeel like the angel.
After worshipping every part of Noah’s body in turn with small, lingering kisses, Zeke dragged his mouth down to Noah’s dick, already fully erect and begging for attention. He inhaled Noah’s heady, earthy scent before taking just the end of the tip in his mouth, probing the small slit with his tongue, savouring the taste of him. With the lightest of touches, he stroked the soft, delicate skin of his shaft.
“God, Zeke, what are you doing to me?” Noah said between pants, bucking his hips up in desperation.
Zeke pulled his mouth away, and inserted a wicked note into his voice to reply, “Do you want me to do something? If you do, you’ll have to ask me for it.”
Noah half-laughed, half-sobbed as he said, “Fucking hell, I want you to shove my dick down your throat before I put it there myself.”
Unable to torment Noah anymore, he obliged, relaxing his throat as much as possible before leaning forward to swallow Noah’s length in its entirety. The soft whimpering sound Noah rewarded him with turned his heart to jelly as he moved his head up and down rhythmically, using the little space left in his mouth to lick the underside of his length. Noah’s cock pulsed in his mouth as it swelled larger and larger.
