“A year of lockdown?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.
I nodded with a “Hmm” in response.
Daniel rose, rolled fully on top of me, his lower body resting on the bed between my legs, and his upper body stretched out over my torso. His fingers danced over the barely there chest hair I had. I had known him for less than a day, and even I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“What’s on your mind?”
“What team have you been assigned to?”
I paused, unsure how to answer the question. Finally, I said, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what SEAL team have you been assigned to?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, moving to slide from under him.
He pressed himself into a sitting position. His naked ass straddled my waist. My already half-interested cock perked up, bouncing against the globes of his firm ass. An ass I’d licked, bit, and smacked all within the last twelve hours.
“Don’t act like I’m an idiot, Xander. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m an intel agent embedded with a spec ops team, and you’re a baby SEAL getting ready to graduate SQT.”
My throat locked up. My mouth filled with saliva as dread filled my body.
“You’re CIA?”
“You’re a SEAL?”
The half-hard dick between my legs that had been demanding attention retreated so fast I got lightheaded as all the blood rushed back into my body. Sighing, I scrubbed both hands over my face, shoving them into my hair while I tried to figure out how I could keep from being outed after sleeping with a fucking spook.
“Hey, Xander. Look at me.”
His hands cupped my face, and I stared up at him. Ice water ran through my veins, chilling me to the bone. Getting wet and sandy hadn’t been this cold.
“Whatever has you in such a panic that your skin turned cold, put it out of your mind. I’m not gonna out you. Doing so, outs me.”
“You can be…”
“Don’t tell me you’re that naive.”
I sighed; I wasn’t. Just because the agency said gays could serve and attend pride, it didn’t mean doing so openly wasn’t a risk. Homophobia ran rampant throughout the intelligence community, government, and military and civilian workplaces. People refused to realize that gays and lesbians and anyone else who fell under the queer rainbow could be just as intelligent and capable as their straight counterparts.
“I’m not. Naive, that is. I know you’re probably just as much in the closet as I am. I just never suspected I’d find someone with whom I could be open about my sexualityandmy job.”
Our fingers laced together, and he used them to pull me up to a sitting position. I moved us back, so I rested against the headboard. My cock and his both perked up as we stared at one another. His tongue danced over his full lips, leaving them wet and shiny.
Leaning forward, giving him time to pull away, I closed the gap between us. My hesitation melted away when he cupped my face before he captured my mouth. He devoured me. Biting and sucking on my lips, teasing my tongue with his until I chased it from my mouth to his. When we parted, we were both breathless, chests heaving, air moving in harsh pants.
Reaching into the nightstand, he pulled out the supplies. I took the lube he held out to me, fully intending on slathering it over both our dicks so we could jerk off together. But then he moved. His gorgeous blue eyes stared into mine as he moveddown my lap. My dick popped free. I reached down, stroking myself until precum bubbled from my slit. He brushed his thumb over the head, gathering the pearly essence, then sucking his thumb clean.
“Let go. That’s mine,” he said.
The length twitched in my hand at his words before I let it go. My arms fell onto the bed beside me. My cock, already ruby red and throbbing, stood proud and hard between us. I waited for him to rearrange, roll the condom he held down his length, but shock ran through me, because instead, he placed it over mine, using both hands to smooth it out.
Other than a groan that rumbled in my chest, I didn’t know what to say. The idea definitely wasn’t a turnoff. Daniel was sexy as fuck. He’d been clear that he preferred to top, so I didn’t consider this an option. Not that I minded if it wasn’t, or if it was. I liked to fuck. I just preferred to be on the receiving end of the equation.
He looked up at me, kissing me as he took the lube from me. The squelch of the lube squirting from the tube only added to the anticipation rolling through my body at what he was about to do. I had to see it.
Pulling my mouth from his, I said, “Show me.”
He turned pink. The color climbed his body from his chest to his face. He ducked his head, but still turned around, presenting his ass to me as I had to him several times the night before.
