I heard a strange hissing noise and stumbled back into the hallwayas a small, dark ball of fur raced toward me. I wasn’t sure, but the evil beast seemed to swipe its little paw at me as if it was threatening me, but instead of attacking me, it ran past me into the living room. I saw it turn right and head toward the open front door.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, rushing back into the office, only to see Lee still on the floor, his desk chair lying sideways and his form horribly still. My breath choked in my mouth. No.No! Goddammit! I couldn’t lose him.
“Lee?” I shouted in relief as I saw his chest heave but worry gripped me again as he started to shake convulsively. “Lee?” I said, terrified as I moved forward to help him, wracking my brain for anything I knew about people with seizures.
Then I saw his arm pull up in front of him and he began to push his body up from the floor and I realized, he was laughing. That goddamn, motherfucking son of a bitch was laughing!
“…If you tell Kaine and Bishop I was taken down by a raccoon, I will never forgive you,” he wheezed.
I was too angry to speak at first, so I stood there and glared down at him. He shifted around until he was seated on his ass, surrounded by papers and robot parts.
“C’mon,” he said, his grin spreading across his face as he noticed the thunder in my expression. “Youhaveto admit it was, at least alittlebit funny,” he said. He pulled a tiny robot arm out of his hair and waved it at me.“Littlebit. Get it?”
I desperately tried to hold onto my anger because it made me feel strong, but the absurdity of the situation struck home as Lee waved the little robot hand at me and grinned. I felt the twitch build in the corner of my mouth and the quiver turned into a smile. The smile turned into a laugh, then the laugh burst into a fit of giggles.
“Oh my god! Whowasthat masked man? Rocky Raccoon?” I asked, snickering. “Or was it Rocket? Or Bandit?” I leaned over and gave him a hand up.
“Fuck you,” he said as he stood, brushing his pants off and laughing. Then he straightened and our eyes met. Suddenly, he was standing close. Too close.
I couldn’t stop myself from winking at him and whispering, “Maybe, someday.” He looked at me, eyes glittering dangerously as we locked eyes.
The air around us became charged, hot and electric. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I felt a bit light-headed as all my blood headed south
I didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly we were a mess of hot mouths and sweaty skin, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. We caressed and stroked and sucked until we were both panting for breath. I felt his hip brush my crotch where my erection was announcing its approval of attack raccoons. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him, glorying in the feel of the rough fabric against my cock, his muscles and skin thrusting and gliding against my own.
Lee groaned against me, but paused. “The door… I have to shut the front door.”
I was a little lust-fogged, so it took me a minute to understand. I quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Is that a euphemism?” I asked. “Shut the front door?”
“What? No!” he said, laughing. “I mean, we left the front door wide open. I’m really hoping our little visitor ranoutthe door, and no more have decided to move in.”
“He did,” I assured him, shivering as his lips found my earlobe and sucked it between them. “How did he get in?” I asked.
Lee nodded toward the open window by his desk.
“The screen fell out of the window the last storm we had. I need to take it and get it repaired, but I just haven’t had the chance. I left the window open last night for some fresh air. Must have forgotten to close it this morning.”
I nodded, only half paying attention to him. While I was relieved there was no more ominous reason for concern, all the adrenaline that had just poured into my blood stream was looking for a new outlet. Feeling suddenly braver and more confident than I had been in ages, I stepped back from him. I knew what I wanted tonight.
Lee looked at me and it was his turn to look a little lust drunk, eyeswide, hair tousled. Well,almosttousled. Could you eventousleshort hair? Was “tousle” even a word? I shook my head. Okay, maybe he wasn’t theonlyone a little lust-drunk.
His lips started to twitch as he grinned at me.
“So, that wasn’t the activity I was hoping for tonight,” he said, his hand coming up to massage the back of his neck.
“Really?” I asked, slowly pushing forward, completely ignoring the concept of personal space.
“So, what were you expecting?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him as I slid my hands to his waist.
“Um,” his cheeks reddened, and he looked at me with that “aw shucks” expression that I was sure got him out of a lot of trouble. “I guess I was kind of hoping we could… play a game…”
“Mmmm…” I said, part moan, part whisper. “I might be able to get behind that,” I said, allowing my hands to stroke down his back to land on his tight round ass cheeks. The sight of his pinked skin, glassy eyes and the heat running off his body made me strangely confident.
“But tonight, it’s my turn,” I said, watching the color of his eyes deepen as I surprised us both with my forwardness. “My game, tonight. My rules,” I growled. He paused at first, then a slow smile spread across his face. Fuck, he was adorable.
“Yes, sir,” he said. The grin stayed on his face, but I saw him straighten slightly, his feet about shoulder width apart, his hands behind his back. Must be a military thing. The thought of giving him orders made my cock twitch in anticipation.
