“Well, it’s simple,” Javi said. His voice was low and sharp around the edges, control pulled tight from his jaw to his cock. “Do as you’re told, and I’ll fuck you against this window for anyone walking past to see.”
Cloister swallowed hard. The sharp lines of his Adam’s apple bobbed its betrayal. It wasn’t exactly a surrender, but he stopped arguing. Good enough. Javi let go of his wrists, stepped back, and ran his tongue over his lower lip.
“Strip,” he said.
Cloister dropped his arms from behind his head and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his jeans. As he unbuttoned them, he gave a slow once-over, his eyes following the flow of muscle down to the flat, taut plane of Javi’s stomach.
“I like your body,” Cloister said. He left the gaping jeans hanging on his hipbones and grabbed his T-shirt to pull it off. “I was worried those shoulders might just have been good tailoring.”
“I’m glad I could clear that up for you,” Javi said. “I’m sure it’s been keeping you up at night.”
“Among other things,” Cloister admitted as he tossed the T-shirt. The worn cotton hadn’t really hidden much, as the soft fabric clung to every dip and rise of muscle, and Javi had already seen it all the other day. It didn’t matter. Seeing it still sucked the moisture out of his mouth.
It was the way Cloistermoved. The rangy sprawl of muscle and scarred skin was elegant in motion—loose-limbed and sleek. He was like a big cat at the zoo, but he was one Javi would get to touch. The thought tugged lust down the shaft of Javi’s cock, and a dull ache twisted in his balls.
Cloister shoved his jeans down and stepped out of the puddle of the denim.
Nowthatbit Javi hadn’t seen before. He wasn’t disappointed, although he’d have to adjust his fantasies for scale in future. Cloister’s cock was bigger than he’d pictured it in his mind’s eye—a heavy, fleshy shaft a few shades darker than his skin. The foreskin was trimmed back neatly, showcasing the tight, shiny head as it curved up toward Cloister’s flat stomach.
“Your turn,” Cloister said as he tilted his head back against the window and bit his lip. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled lazily on it with loosely clasped fingers.
Javi closed the distance between them, reached up to grab the back of Cloister’s neck, and dragged him down into a kiss. There wasn’t much height difference between them, but there was enough, and Javi didn’t stretch to meet. He kissed Cloister deeply and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Then he shoved Cloister around to face the window. Cloister caught himself with his hands against the glass, and the muscles in his upper arms and back were tight and defined.
“Dim the lights,” Javi said. The overhead lights dimmed to a shadowy twilight. Fucking Deputy Cloister Witte against a window was a fantasy. Having an audience in the street below would be a nightmare. He ran a hand down Cloister’s back—the long, smooth lines of it were clammy with sweat—to the curve of his ass. Even in the dim light, he could see it was evenly tanned all over and dusted with freckles. He flexed his fingers against it to feel the hardness of muscle under the layer of soft skin. “Last chance to change your mind, Cloister.”
He didn’t want to make the offer, and it might have held more moral weight if he hadn’t slid a hand between Cloister’s legs to roughly squeeze his balls. Cloister made a ragged sound that turned into a curse, and his breath dampened the glass in front of him.
Since afuckwasn’t ano, Javi emptied the pockets of his exercise pants and then stripped them off. The condom and travel sachet of raspberry-scented lube punched another hole in his patchy excuse that it wasn’t planned. He ripped the corner of the sachet open with his teeth. The intense, sickly smell of sugared fruit was faintly repulsive but also familiar enough that, in a Pavlovian sexual response, it made his balls drag up tight to his body.
He coated his fingers and worked the slippery gel into Cloister. He pressed his fingers past the tight ring of muscle and deep inside. Then he hooked his index finger and grazed the firm bump of Cloister’s prostate. Cloister clenched his hands into fists against the window, and the knuckles pressed white against the glass. He swallowed hard with a noisy and wet-sounding gulp, and he rocked back against Javi’s fingers.
“Just fuck me,” he growled impatiently. The snap of command in Cloister’s voice should have pissed Javi off. Instead it hit some strange button he didn’t know he had. Maybe he knew he was going to fuck that starch right out of the good deputy.
He caught Cloister’s hips in his hands and his fingers around the hard knobs of his hipbones and repositioned him. When he finished, Cloister was leaning on the window instead of just against it. The long muscles of his legs were clenched to keep his balance, and his ass and inner thighs were shiny with raspberry lotion.
Javi’s cock was so hard it bumped against his stomach, and a dull ache worked its way through his balls and down his thighs. The desire to fuck Cloister, tohavehim against the damn window, was so uncomplicated he wasn’t sure he trusted it. There was no denying it, though.
“I don’t even know why I want to fuck you,” he said as he worked the tight rubber of the condom down over his cock. The sheath was a slippery, wet look against the darker skin of his cock and snug around the base. “You aren’t my type.”
Cloister was thickly erect. Reflected in the window, his cock jutted at a proud, untouched angle between his spread thighs. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t ask you to prom either,” he said. “But you’re here, so….”
It was exactly the sort of emotional engagement Javi wanted. None. So he could ignore the ember of annoyance that itched at him. He tugged the firm, freckled globes of Cloister’s backside apart and pushed his cock against the tight, puckered asshole. It stretched around him—a tight, gripping pressure on his shaft that popped fireworks of hot pleasure along his nerves and up his spine.
Moonlight picked out the bunched muscles in Cloister’s back and shoulders in hard lines defined under his skin. He rocked his hips back, working Javi’s cock half an inch deeper inside him. Javi leaned over, grabbed Cloister’s shoulder, and dug his fingers into the heavy arch of muscle and used it as a handle.
He pulled back, which made Cloister groan, and then thrust into him again. Sweat and raspberry lube slid between ass and thighs, slick and wet. Cloister swore and begged. He gasped the words out between ragged breaths.
Javi stroked a hand down Cloister’s side and over his stomach and felt the muscles clench and relax with each thrust.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked as he buried himself inside Cloister with one quick, hard shove. He splayed his hand out over that flat plane of stomach muscle, and his index finger bumped scar tissue. He pulled out and slammed back in again, clenching his jaw on trembling control. The need to fuck Cloisterintothe window pulsed between his ears and inside his balls, but he wanted this first. He spread his hand wider and dipped a slick little finger into Cloister’s navel. It was sharply suggestive, enough to make Cloister squirm back against him. “Cloister, I asked you a question.”
“Balls deep in me,” Cloister groaned, his voice cracking and uneven. It was probably petty to feel smug that he sounded more… undone than Javi did. Javi felt it, anyhow. “And you’re still a dick.”
“Are you complaining about my dick?” Javi asked as he rolled his hips in a slow, hard thrust that rattled a shuddering, sucked-in “son of a bitch” out of Cloister.
He dropped his head and got enough breath and composure to grit out, “Not your dick, just you.”
Javi moved his hand down and to the side, detouring around Cloister’s thickly aroused cock to the thin skin at the crease of his thigh. His body was pressed against Cloister’s back, and heat soaked between them. Javi could smell him—salt, dog, and sweat over the musky smell of healthy male body. It should have been a reek, but it was faded onto Cloister’s skin, and the combination was aggressively masculine.
