Scar braced his hands on the wall over Gage’s head, keeping their foreheads pressed together.
He felt the buckle give before he lowered the zipper.
He wrapped his hand around Scar’s bare cock, hot, velvet-sheathed steel beating in his palm.
“Fuck, babe,” Scar breathed.
Gage stroked it from base to tip, a slick bead of pre-cum smearing under his thumb.
The thought of it stretching him wide made his own cock so hard it bordered on painful.
Scar groaned loud enough to be heard on the first floor as he thrust into his grip.
“Dammit…I’m gonna’ fuckin’ come if you keep that up,” Scar strained as he took another hungry kiss.
Gage poured everything he had into it, tangling his tongue with Scar’s, craving more of that unique flavor that was all warrior.
“Shit, shit, shit, stop,” Scar panted, stilling his hand with a gentle but firm grip. “We gotta get inside unless you want me to fuckin’ explode all over you right now.”
Gage licked Scar’s lips. “You make me ache when you talk like that, with that filthy mouth.”
Scar’s laugh was sinful. “I do, huh?”
He pulled his hand away reluctantly, with a tight slide that drew one last tortured groan from Scar.
“Thirty minutes,” Gage said, breathing hard. “Come to me in half hour.”
He didn’t want to wait another second, but remnants of the battle still clung to him. The three-minute showers they’d been allotted on mission hadn’t fully scrubbed the grime off his skin.
Scar broke away as if it physically hurt, and a few seconds later, he heard the door to his apartment open down the hall.
He gathered his bag—pulse still hammering—and hurried into his own place.
White Ravens
Scar
Scar pushed open Gage’s apartment door, walked inside, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
“Gage?” he called out.
The silence that answered made him smile.
The bedroom door was open. He walked inside and almost choked on his next breath.
Gage was in the center of the bed, stark naked, cock solid and flushed against his abdomen. His skin shone from the steam still clinging to it after his shower. His hair was darker blond when wet and slicked back from his face.
He looked relaxed, with his legs parted just enough to tease.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gage,” he huffed, kicking off his sweatpants and tossing his shirt.
His cock sprang free, heavy and wanting, but he ignored it for now and climbed onto the bed over Gage’s body. He stared down, drinking in the sight.
Gage’s pretty mouth curved slowly.
“I debated on several looks…and decided on this one.”
“You chose right,” he murmured, easing down until they were chest to chest.
