“Go on,” Mickey urged. “Come with my cock in your throat. Right now.”
Moaning helplessly around Mickey’s cock, Roger came hard. He pulled off with a stunted gasp, bowing his head against the tiled wall as he worked himself through it.
Mickey hadn’t realized how out of breath he was until then, and his entire body felt like it was glowing. He hadn’t come like that before, so intense and fast, and he knew it was because of Roger.
As he began to tuck himself back into his pants, he had no idea what to do with that. He and Roger had only known each for a few hours, and yet Mickey already wanted more.
The thrill of public sex combined with the rush of ordering Roger around was new and exciting. It was also dangerously addictive, and Mickey told himself it couldn’t happen again. Lust could not cloud his judgment like this, not when there was so much at stake.
They had to take the city from the Luchesi family.
That was too important to risk getting his rocks off, no matter how good it was.
Roger stood up with a groan, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe himself up with as he said, “Damn, Mickey. Consider my mind blown.”
Mickey scoffed.
“Well.” Roger licked his lips proudly. “Now you’re all nice and relaxed.”
That was true enough, but Mickey didn’t want to give Roger any more satisfaction. He couldn’t tell him that was the best blowjob he’d ever had. He let himself out of the stall, glancing in the mirror. He looked flushed but presentable.
Roger was right behind him, his hand coming down to smack Mickey’s ass. “Hey, hey! Leaving me so soon?”
Mickey jerked from the slap, and he turned to glare at Roger. “You’re a fucking menace, do you know that?”
“Yup.” Roger kissed him.
Mickey allowed it to linger, his fingers sliding back through Roger’s hair. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he was getting sucked right back into Roger’s twisted orbit.
Damn him.
He pulled Roger’s hair.
“Ow!” Roger grinned slyly. “Do it again?”
“Behave,” Mickey warned. “We got work to do.”
“And after that?”
“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Mickey’s face was getting hot. “Big maybe.”
“I think this is the start of something beautiful,” Roger gushed.
“I think you need medication.”
“Awww, come on. Don’t you wanna say good night and take me home?”
Mickey scowled. “Ihatethat fuckin’ song.”
“Oh, hush. It’s a classic.”
“I fucking swear, I’m going to—”
“After the job,” Roger went on, pressing himself into Mickey’s arms without missing a beat. “We could celebrate.”
Mickey grabbed Roger’s shoulders. “Oh, yeah?”
“Uh huh.” Roger nipped at Mickey’s lower lip. “Maybe some dinner, me and you, a bottle of lube…”
