“Oh God,” Ian whispered.Sam wrapped him in his legs, trying to pull him closer, and felt goose bumps sweep across Ian’s skin under his hands.He held Ian tighter, kneading his ass and rubbing hard and steadily.
“IthinkIloveyou,” Ian gasped when he shuddered and came, slippery heat flowing between them.Sam nearly let go, but he gripped Ian tighter instead and gave it up himself.Coming hard, the emotional tension of the moment and last night amplifying the physical feeling of Ian’s cum on his body and Ian’s hair rubbing against his dick.He arched up and hung on tight with his entire body, trembling.
Ian shook afterward, panting in Sam’s ear, a dead weight on his ribs, but Sam couldn’t care.He stroked Ian’s naked back, sifted fingers through his hair, smiling so big his cheeks hurt.The room was filled with sunlight, and Sam was certain he’d never felt soaglowin his life.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Ian groaned.
Sam’s heart fell through the bed and bounced once on the floor.
“That wasn’t how I was going to tell you,” Ian muttered.
Sam’s heart climbed back into his chest.Ian lifted his head and looked down at him.“I meant to make it special, but I sort of lost control,” he said, stroking Sam’s face with one fingertip.“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.Just be sure about it.”
Ian nodded.“I’m as sure as I can be.”
Sam decided that was good enough for now, and he’d worry about whether this could possibly be real later.For now he felt the glow.
The redistricting plan was completely fucking with Ian’s proposed interagency radio communication protocols, and he had less than a week to figure out all the angles and redraft his plan—while making all parties happy, of course.The trick was to make each one think they were somehow getting an advantage the others weren’t.
So far, he hadn’t quite figured out how to do that.He ran a hand through his hair, looking at his chart.If the city fire department got the extra fifty addresses from the county fire district, that made them th—
“Ian?”Dalton’s voice broke his concentration.He looked up from the document and rubbed his eyes, blurry from effort.
“Yeah?”
“A Chief Carl Cully’s on the phone?He says he’s your father,” Dalton said in a hushed voice.
Ian slumped in his chair.Hell.The chief.Fucking lovely.Had he given his father this number?That was stupid.Ian took a slow, calming breath, puffing his cheeks out as he released it.
It didn’t work.He tried another.
That one wasn’t any more effective, so he gave up.“Thanks, Dalton,” he said tiredly as he reached for his handset.If Carl wanted to talk, Ian probably couldn’t avoid it.
“Dad,” he said in greeting.
“Ian!”his father said, sounding like he was hailing a buddy from across a crowded bar.
He silently implored the ceiling for fortitude.“Yep, it’s me.”
“How’s the new job?Must be boring as hell, driving a desk after being on a rig for fifteen years,” Carl said jovially.
“Eleven years.Actually, I like this job.”
That knocked his father on his ass for a few seconds.“Huh.Must’ve gotten some of your mother’s genes,” he finally said.
“Must have,” Ian agreed.He waited silently for his father’s next volley.
“So, meet any nice women up there?”
For fuck’s sake.Way to be subtle, Carl.“Oh, yeah.”He faked cheerful.“Lots of nice women.”
“Good, good,” Carl encouraged, a note of relief in his voice.
“But since I’m attracted to men, the women don’t really do much for me.”Ian felt tension invading his muscles as his adrenaline spiked—just like it did every time they had this conversation.
Silence.The first pleasant thing Carl had said.
