“Want my life? Give to you willing. Already make home together. Already have my heart, Senichka.”
Alexei wrapped an arm around his torso, pulling him up, and Sean went where he led without protest. They stumbled backward, still intimately connected. Alexei spread his legs and kept Sean right there on his cock, rolling his hips as if they were dancing. Sean raised an arm and wrapped it around Alexei’s neck, twisting his head around for a kiss Alexei gladly gave him. Then warm fingers wrapped around his cock and his breath stuttered in his lungs at the feel of the ring he’d given Alexei gliding against his erection.
“Give you everything but name,” Alexei growled against his mouth as he stroked and fucked Sean to a precipice he couldn’t wait to fall from. “Is what you want, Senichka? I give to you. Make you mine forever. Call youhusband.”
Sean came with a yell on that word, spilling over Alexei’s hand. He felt lightheaded and shaky, mind stuck like fabric on a nail to those syllables ringing in his ears as Alexei thrust a little harder, a little faster, chasing his own pleasure.
“I want that,” Sean gasped out, vision a little blurry from unexpected tears as he stared at Alexei. “I want to be yours.”
Alexei groaned, kissing him and stealing the air from his lungs as he fucked Sean with a slow, single-minded intensity that had Sean nearly sobbing by the time Alexei came. Alexei clutched Sean to him as he rode out his climax, holding him tight through the last hard thrusts. Sean stroked his hand down Alexei’s left arm until he could fit their hands together, the engagement ring warm to the touch.
Alexei buried his face against the curve of Sean’s neck and shoulder, breathing raggedly. Sean closed his eyes, incapable of moving, ignoring the stickiness between his legs.
Husband.
It had a nice ring to it.
“I’m not submitting the relationship status forms to HR this time,” Sean mumbled. “It’s your turn.”
Alexei just laughed and didn’t let him go.
12
When All Our Living Is Done
Kyle pouredthe ground coffee beans into the sleek coffee maker and set it to brew. The chrono shining through the skin of his left forearm said it was 0430, which he concluded was too fucking early because he’d rather be in bed.
Leaning against the counter, he watched the coffee drip into the pot at what seemed like a glacial pace. The rich scent of it slowly filled the kitchen, making his nose twitch. Coffee was expensive, a luxury most people couldn’t afford. Kyle had grown up drinking synthcaf, not knowing what he was missing until Jamie introduced him to the gloriousness that was real coffee.
The soft scuff of shoes on tile heralded Jamie’s approach. Warm hands settled on his hips, sliding up beneath the T-shirt he’d thrown on when the call had come in requesting Alpha Team’s presence on the base at 0600.
Jamie pressed a kiss to the side of Kyle’s throat. “Did you make enough for both of us?”
“No, it’s all mine. Make your own,” Kyle grumbled.
Jamie laughed, low and thick, the sound going straight to Kyle’s cock, which only made him grumpier. They didn’t have time to enjoy the morning in bed, something they’d both rather have on their schedule than what waited for them on base.
“You’re sharing.”
Kyle leaned back against Jamie’s warm body and closed his eyes. “Fine.”
They stood like that for the last minute or two it took for the coffee to finish brewing. Kyle stepped away from Jamie long enough to pour them both a cup of the delicious drink. Then Kyle sidled back up to Jamie in a silent request to be held again. Jamie wrapped an arm around his waist, drawing him close.
Kyle hooked his fingers through a belt loop on Jamie’s jeans. They were both in civilian clothes rather than service uniforms. In the event Jamie needed to go directly from the base to his parents’ home for the State Dinner tonight, he couldn’t show up in uniform. As for Kyle, possible urban warfare was better done blending in with the crowd.
Kyle took a sip of coffee, enjoying the closeness with Jamie, but he couldn’t ignore the tension in his lover’s body.
“I’d ask if you were worried, but I already know the answer,” Kyle said quietly.
Jamie’s hand on his hip tightened hard enough to bruise for a second before relaxing. His fingers slipped under Kyle’s T-shirt again, thumb stroking over warm skin. “I’d feel better if the brass focused on D.C. over anywhere else.”
“We don’t know where Stanislav is going to strike.”
“We can make an educated guess.”
Jamie sounded frustrated. Kyle knew the best way to make Jamie feel better wasn’t an option right now. They needed to get on the road because the director wanted a meeting with Jamie alone before the team briefing. Which meant they were taking separate cars and Kyle would leave a little later. He rubbed his thumb against the cool band of his engagement ring. Kyle wasn’t looking forward to Jamie taking it off.
“Think you could change his mind?”
