Cas murmured quietly as he reached behind himself and gave Jonah’s dick a few lazy strokes until Jonah circled his wrist and pushed it away, pinning both of Cas’s hands to his stomach as he worked him open with his free hand.
As Cas writhed and moaned, Jonah pushed him onto his back and kept him pinned, fingers pistoning inside him while he lowered his head and sucked his cock hard and relentlessly until Cas exploded in the back of his throat. Then he pushed Cas’s hands above his head, holding them there while he fucked his mouth.
They’d fallen asleep again afterward, and Jonah woke an hour later and crept downstairs.
“You did that on purpose,” Cas accused when he finally wandered into the kitchen where Jonah sat in a towel, freshly showered and drinking coffee.
“Did what on purpose?”
“This morning. So I’d sleep more. Am I right or wrong?”
Jonah smiled and arched a brow in answer, then pointed toward the mug he’d set out on the counter next to the sugar and creamer.
After Cas fixed his coffee, he pulled out the chair next to Jonah and dropped into it. “As soon as I take a shower, I’m going to dive into that list and see what’s there. It’s driving me crazy.” He nudged Jonah’s thigh with a bare foot. “You should talk to Madigan.”
Jonah rubbed a hand over his eyes. “No.”
“Yes.” Cas prodded him again. “Even though he’s a total dick and a self-righteous, arrogant asshole, we can’t exactly afford to make enemies now.”
“It’d take a lot more than a punch to make Madigan hold a grudge.”
Cas nibbled at the corner of his thumb, toes curling restlessly against Jonah’s towel. “But he’s your friend. Like Red.”
Jonah’s frown softened, and he caught Cas’s foot and pulled it to the top of his thigh, stroking his thumb over the arch until Cas’s eyes fluttered shut. “Fine. I’ll talk to him.”
Madigan didn’t respond to Jonah’s first few texts, and Jonah had actually started getting concerned by the time a reply came through.
Madigan:Sleeping. Fuck off.
* * *
Jonah let himself into Madigan’s apartment and hadn’t even made it fully into the living area when Madi’s deep chuckle rang out. “That was faster than expected.”
It was almost enough to turn Jonah back around. He set the case with Madigan’s rifle down, then dropped onto the couch and waited, gaze jumping impatiently around the room. He’d been reluctant to leave Cas behind and found himself trying to guess how long it’d take him to get through this and get back.
The apartment wasn’t dissimilar to the one that’d been recently trashed. They both had few personal items. The furnishings were sparse and unremarkable. High-end and fashionable but not necessarily memorable. Easily left behind. It seemed like a good metaphor for their lives. Jonah’s lips quirked in a smile as he imagined how Cas might reply to a comment like that.
Madi came through the bedroom doorway seconds later, a pair of briefs in his hand. He stuck one leg through the leg hole then squeezed his cock while glancing up at Jonah. “Miss this?”
“You were good in bed,” Jonah conceded, checking the urge to roll his eyes. “Is that what I’m here to do? Stroke your ego?”
“In lieu of stroking other things? Maybe.”
“Quit pretending I’ve wounded you somehow. You’re as dead inside as I am.”
Madigan flashed a dangerous smile and headed into the galley kitchen where he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Except, certain things do get past those iron gates from time to time, don’t they? Pretty little hackers with pretty little mouths.” Mug in hand, he dropped into the love seat adjacent to Jonah. “So, maybe I just like my apologies with a side of flattery.”
Jonah grunted noncommittally. “How’s your nose?”
“How does it look?”
“Like shit.” Though it wasn’t the worst Jonah could have done, he’d clearly broken it. The bridge was swollen and bruised, and there was a matching purple ring under Madi’s left eye.
Madigan arched on the loveseat, then flung his legs up on the armrest, balancing his mug on his stomach. “Cas told you to come, didn’t he?”
“Surprisingly, yes.”
“He’s smart.”
