“I agreed to the mission.”
“That doesn’t make it your fault.If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else, but the director was right.You’re the best man for the job.You usually are.”
Fingers carded through his hair, and Kyle sighed, leaning into the touch, not fighting it when Jamie gently pulled at his hair to tilt his head back.The look in his blue eyes wasn’t one Kyle had ever seen before, and he couldn’t parse it.He wasn’t sure he wanted to.
“No matter what happens, I want you to know that I’ll keep you safe,” Jamie said in a deep voice that sent a shiver down Kyle’s spine.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Because they both knew better than to promise something like that.Jamie was his captain, and Kyle would follow him anywhere, even to his death.Considering the job they had, that was a distinct possibility that woke them both up some nights, shaking from nightmares they never wanted to talk about for fear of making them a reality.
Jamie’s hand moved to cup the side of Kyle’s face, the calluses on his fingers familiar.Kyle didn’t have any, not anymore.His rapid healing meant wounds disappeared in minutes or hours, depending on their severity, and he’d lost all the scars he used to have on his body when he first became a metahuman, the chapters of a life carved into skin and etched in bone—gone.
“I’ll make whatever promises I damn well want when it comes to you,” Jamie said fiercely.
Kyle swallowed, the uncertainty he’d felt when he first walked into this house that was too much, too everything he wasn’t, washing away beneath the steel in Jamie’s voice.Kyle grabbed at Jamie’s arm, using him as leverage to get to his feet.Jamie helped him up, the strength in his hands a promise all their own as Jamie walked him backward to the huge, comfortable-looking bed situated between a pair of floor-to-ceiling windows.
When Jamie kissed him, it was hot and demanding, a deep claim that stole the breath from Kyle’s lungs.He was dizzy from it, barely cognizant of Jamie turning them around so Jamie could sit on the bed while he pushed Kyle down, down to his knees.The kiss broke when his knees hit the soft rug, one hand tangled in Jamie’s tie, the other gripping the now-wrinkled, ruined collar of his dress shirt.Jamie’s eyes were more black than blue when he nipped at Kyle’s lips, a tiny, punishing bite.
“Hands behind your back.”
Kyle unclenched his hands from Jamie’s clothes and dropped them down to his sides before clasping them behind his back, fingers wrapped around his wrists.
“Breathe.”
The ugly doubt in his mind—about them, about this situation—disappeared in moments as he breathed through the stress and pushed through to the other side, following Jamie’s order.
“That’s it.Just like that, baby.”
The calmness drifting through him felt a lot like when he was behind his sniper rifle and looking through the scope, waiting to shoot.Kyle watched hungrily as Jamie undid his belt and the zipper to his expensive dress pants, pulling his underwear down beneath his cock and balls.His cock wasn’t hard, not yet, but Kyle didn’t care.He just wanted it in his mouth, in his throat, to know that this was where he belonged—safe in Jamie’s hands.
Jamie guided him forward, and Kyle opened his mouth, eagerly sucking at the head, tonguing at the slit.He kept sucking, letting his lips glide over the velvety skin until his nose pressed against Jamie’s body and the only thing that existed for him was the taste and smell of Jamie.Kyle moaned softly, the sound coming out garbled and indistinct, before he pulled back enough to clear his airway.He suckled at Jamie’s cock, eyes closed, loving the weight of it on his tongue and the way he couldfeelJamie growing in his mouth.Jamie wasn’t small to begin with, and Kyle had to adjust his jaw every now and then to accommodate the cock in his mouth.
Fingers touched the back of his head, and Kyle eagerly obeyed the silent order, swallowing more of Jamie’s cock, feeling the thickening length slide down his throat.He swallowed slowly, so he could feel the way his muscles fought against Jamie’s cock, lips wrapped around hot skin, saliva sliding sticky down his chin.He stayed like that until his lungs went tight, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, a pounding in his ears that was almost loud enough to drown out Jamie’s voice.
“Thereyou go.”
Jamie’s hands flexed in his hair, pulling him off just enough that he could breathe.Kyle whined brokenly, breath coming too quick to be helpful as the tip of Jamie’s cock nudged the back of his throat.
“Breathe.”
Kyle did as he was ordered and breathed around the thick, heavy length lying on his tongue.When Jamie guided him back down, all Kyle could do was hum in pleasure for as long as he was able, his entire body curving toward Jamie, shoulders pressed right up against Jamie’s rock-solid thighs.One of Jamie’s hands buried itself in his hair while the other rubbed the back of his neck, cradling him close as Kyle sucked and sucked andsucked.
The warmth he felt there—on his knees, protected, cared for—couldn’t last.Jamie was hot and hard in his mouth, in his throat, a thickness Kyle had been choking on for what seemed, to his fuzzy mind, like hours.When Jamie came with a soft groan, Kyle couldn’t even taste it, could only feel it, the way Jamie’s cock throbbed in his throat and mouth, pushing against his throat.
Jamie pulled him off, his cock sliding free with an obscene sound.Kyle’s puffy lips stung from lack of friction before the evidence of his efforts started to fade.He ran his tongue against the back of his teeth, eyes half-lidded, the taste of Jamie in his mouth staying.
“Come here.”
Jamie hauled Kyle off the floor and onto his lap with easy strength.Kyle let go of his hands and grasped Jamie’s broad shoulders, digging his fingers into the solid muscle there.He gasped as Jamie undid his jeans, plunging one big, warm hand beneath his clothes to wrap it around his aching cock while the other settled against his lower back to help steady him.
Kyle moaned at the touch, pushing his hips into Jamie’s firm grip.When Jamie pulled his hand away, Kyle would have whined, except those talented fingers slipped between his lips and into his mouth.Kyle tended to Jamie’s hand with the same focus he’d tended to Jamie’s cock.Licking and sucking each finger and lapping at his palm, he got Jamie’s hand wet enough that when he wrapped it around Kyle’s cock again, the friction of dry skin was an afterthought.
He let out a strangled cry as Jamie set a steady rhythm of jerking him off, fingers twisting around the head of his cock to tease at the sensitive skin there.His thumb rubbed over the head, spreading precum over delicate skin and making Kyle’s entire body shake.Kyle dug his knees into the bed, looking for any leverage he could get as Jamie jacked him off with a skill that had him begging within minutes.
“Please, sir,” Kyle gasped out, shoulders curving toward the other man, head tipped downward so he could watch Jamie work at getting him off.“Please.”
“Look at me,” Jamie murmured, voice low and commanding, and there was no chance of Kyle ever disobeying when he sounded like that.
