He slid his free hand up Cole’s inner thigh, scratching just hard enough that it didn’t feel like a tickle—he’d learned that much last night. Will tugged on his balls as he lowered his mouth down as far as he could go without deepthroating, and Cole shifted restlessly against the bed with a moan. His breath caughtin his throat as Will slid his fingers lower until he was pressing lightly against Cole’s entrance.
“Fuck you,” Cole breathed. “Oh my God,fuckyou, you better have lube.”
Will pulled off with apop. “Condoms, too,” he said, taking in the pretty picture Cole made spread out beneath him like this, a flush bringing color to his pale cheeks, hair disheveled and a five o’ clock shadow gracing his jaw. Goddamn, he was a pretty man. Will opened his mouth to tell him so, and then?—
The most atrocious ringtone began to fill the air.What the hell?It took a moment for him to realize it was his new phone. No one had the number to his new phone, though.
No one except for Davey.
Damn it.
He looked down at Cole. “Hold that thought,” he said, then regretfully let go and went to fish the new phone out of the bag. He answered it with a sigh. “You have the worst timing, Baby Boy.”
“Um… it’s Reed.”
Will frowned. “Reed?” Behind him, he could hear Cole sit up in the bed. Part of him wanted to turn and tackle the man back onto the mattress, but he knew Reed wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important. Still. “How did you get this number?”
“From David, of course. I called him five minutes ago looking for you.”
And Davey had naturally put two and two together once he talked to Ellie. “Okay. Um.” Will ran a hand down his face. “Is it important?”
“Dude.”
“No, of course it’s important. Gimme ten minutes though, okay? I need to shower.”
“Then you call me right back,” Reed insisted.
“I will.” He hung up and turned to look at Cole, who was stepping into a pair of boxer-briefs with a sanguine expression. “No,” Will whined.
“I’m not giving you ten minutes to fuck me.”
Fair point. “I could give you a blowjob,” he parried.
“Hold yourself to a higher standard, Will.”
Oh, this infuriating piece of… “But honeybee,” he said, tossing the phone onto the bed and sauntering over to wrap his arms around Cole’s waist. “You’re just so damn tasty, I can’t help wanting to have a sip. And you didn’t seem to mind it takin’ less than ten minutes last night. The first one, at least,” he amended. “The second one was more like?—”
“Go shower,” Cole interjected, then softened the blow with a kiss. “Nine minutes now, after all.”
“Goddamn it, fine.”
The only thing that made not having the awesome morning sex he’d had planned a bit better was the fact that Cole had gone ahead and brewed a pot of coffee while Will washed off. “Aw, you shouldn’t have,” Will cooed as he took the cup Cole held out.
“I know,” Cole agreed. “Especially after you left me hanging. Call your friend before he has a nervous breakdown,” he continued before Will could say that the whole “no orgasm” thing had beenCole’sidea. “He seems like the nervous type.”
He wasn’t wrong. The military had left both Davey and Reed with significant PTSD that had been largely untreated while they were in the service. It said something that Will, who made his living during that time by risking his life and liberty in a variety of creative ways, was arguably in a healthier mental state than his baby brother after seven years in the Air Force. Will called Reed back and put the phone on speaker. “We’re both here, man,” he said. “What’s the news?”
“In a word? Bad,” Reed said. “Yesterday, the society pages put the Puffin theft on the front page of their section. Everyonein New York City knows that Alders had it stolen out from under his nose now.”
Will frowned. “I’m surprised the cops let that information get out. It’s still an open investigation.”
“What are they going to do, threaten a group of people who could buy out their entire department if they don’t comply?”
Good point. “So this translated to Alders being even madder than he was before.”
“He’s redirected a significant amount of resources toward finding you guys,” Reed said. “If you think it was bad before, it’s going to be ten times worse now.”
Will couldn’t stop himself from glancing at Cole. If there was ever a time for the man to make a deal for himself, it was now. He could go to Alders and explain that he’d been framed, that he had nothing to do with stealing the Puffin. He wouldn’t even have to give Will over to them; all he had to do was let Alders’ private investigation play out, and Will would be buried in a bunker for the next year waiting for the steam to stop coming out of the man’s ears.
