Cam coasted his hands over Nic’s shoulders and then up his neck to his cheeks, dragging his thumbs over the reddish-brown scruff flecked with gray. “But you didn’t shave?”
Nic angled his jaw, nuzzling against his hand. “Because you like it.”
No argument there. Cam stepped closer, tasting it, lips on the prickly skin as he pressed every other inch of their bodies together. “Can I kiss you?” He needed to ask, not just take, because he was already asking so much of Nic. But fuck, he needed . . .
“Fuck—”
“Please say yes.”
Nic’s hands shot up, mirroring Cam’s hold, the tips of his fingers tickling the nape of Cam’s neck. Cam met his eyes, twin pools of scalding ice blue. “Will you let me finish?” he ground out, then ground down on Cam’s thigh, rocking his hips and showing off how much he needed him too. “Fuck. Yes.”
Cam fell into him. Into the kiss he’d missed. Into the arms that held on tight and kept him from shattering. Into love, more and more each day with this man. Slumping back against the door, Nic wound his arms around him, one hand diving into his hair, the other down his back, hauling him further in, kiss by kiss, breath by breath. Each swipe of the tongue another inch, each groan another mile. Cam ran with him, mouths and hips grinding, wanting to sprint to the finish but wanting the marathon reunion they’d denied themselves back in San Francisco.
Back in San Francisco. Not here in Boston. Where there was more than one race and where there was more than just his dick and heart involved.
Head kicking in, he knew that if they kept going like this, they’d both be naked in less than five minutes and Quinn would be here in ten. Fuck if they were going to be robbed of another reunion. As much as that potential reunion felt like Cam’s whole world right then, it wasn’t. There was a case, another girl missing, and possibly answers to the disappearance that had haunted his family for decades.
A family that didn’t know he was bisexual, and his lover had just come on the scene. Would Nic even still want that, want him, when he learned Cam hadn’t told his family? He’d been doggedly forcing Nic out of hiding while keeping a part of himself hidden from the other most important people of his life. Conversations needed to be had, several of them, and priorities reordered before their reunion became the top one.
He reluctantly broke the kiss but not the embrace, resting his forehead on Nic’s shoulder while he caught his breath and his bearings.
As if sensing his distress, Nic shifted his hold from desire to comfort, the tips of his fingers carding through his hair as he wrapped his other arm around him tighter. “I’ve got you, Boston. Just breathe.”
And he did, easy for the first time since he’d been here.
After another minute, he stepped back and smoothed down Nic’s dress shirt. “Thank you for coming.”
Peeling off the door, Nic did the same for him, or tried, fluffing the hair he’d mussed. “I told you, you call, I’ll be here. Whatever you need.” He flourished his fingers in an abracadabra motion and Cam chuckled on his way to the kitchenette.
“Coffee?”
“Always.”
He started the single-serve machine brewing, the strongest of the pods for Nic, who sidled up beside him, hand on his lower back. Cam wanted to purr like Bird.
“Are you sleeping?” Nic asked.
Cam side-eyed him. “Are you?”
Nic stepped closer, nuzzling his temple. “It’s not a bed problem. It’s a who’s-missing-from-the-bed problem.”
Head falling back, Cam’s eyes slipped closed, reveling in the warmth and affection. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“I’m trying to tell you I missed you.” Nic dropped a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, and Cam’s knees were like putty, a fitting match to his insides. The assault on which Nic thankfully paused after another kiss, swiping his cup as the drip finished. He trailed his hand over Cam’s hip as he stepped away. “Now, catch me up on this new lead.”
He brewed himself a cup and launched into a debrief, filling in the gaps of what he’d already told Nic and what they’d learned since yesterday. Their cups were empty by the time he finished. Cam added them to the collection by the sink. “I can bring this into the FBI’s purview. We need to for resources, and the officer involved is from my old neighborhood. I can get him to trust me. I need you to rep the USAO so I can keep it contained.”
“You don’t anticipate any trouble with the local field office?”
“Not likely. One, it’s my old office, and two, the SAC has a soft spot for missing children cases.”
Nic lifted a brow, and Cam wanted to reach out and smooth it down. He settled for smoothing Nic’s tie instead. “Her sister went missing too. Runaway, for certain in that case, but she knows what it feels like. She wants others to have a better ending than hers.”
“You were a good fit for her team, then. But you left.”
Cam’s eyes clashed with searching, cautious blue ones. “I had my reasons.” Being near his best friend to start, a job promotion for second, no more Boston winters for third. A certain AUSA for all the rest.
Nic let it go for now. “You think the US Attorney might object?”
