Castello’d had sex with men before. He’d experienced mind-blowing pleasure on more than one occasion, with both men and women. Mostly fast releases and scratching an itch, when he could no longer stand it and circumstances allowed it. But this—the drag and press of denim into over-sensitive flesh, the sound of Axel’s deep voice muttering in his ear in that sexy-as-hell grumbling growl. Add in the knowledge that the guys could walk into the garage at any moment with a question or something— all of it heightened every sensation and made Castello want more.
“Oh,” Cas whispered, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of dignity as he got closer and closer to the edge of losing control. “Oh god, oh fuck, mmm Axel…” He didn’t want to lose control. He wasn’t used to
showing this side of himself to anyone. Something about this particular man had him letting down all his walls, letting go of all his inhibitions, and it both scared the shit out of him and at the same time made him want to growl
‘Mine!’
“Come on, soldier,” Axel growled breathlessly in his ear, the very sound of his voice in such a wrecked state making Castello moan aloud. Axel moved his hand faster, tighter, harder, dragging whimpers from Castello.
“Let go. Come for me.”
A few more desperate twitches of his hips and Castello did as Axel asked. His fingers dug into Axel’s shoulders as pleasure exploded throughout his abdomen, setting every nerve ending in his body on fire. He shut his eyes and threw his head back, not caring about control or keeping quiet anymore, and cried out in ecstasy at the top of his lungs.
Just when Castello thought he was finished, Axel did as he had promised and dropped to his knees in front of Cas. Another wave of delicious agony washed over him, and he moaned louder than he wanted to. “Oh, oh, oooh!”
The world seemed to melt away from around him, and all he could feel or think about was Axel in front of him, his tongue licking and stroking over his dick, cleaning up the mess he had made. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
Castello’s fingers threaded through Axel’s hair, tugging on the strands, more because he needed to touch him than for any attempt at taking back control.
When his senses finally kicked in, Castello gave one last shudder. His mouth turned up in a dopey grin. “Holy fuck,” he sighed, letting out a satisfied laugh. “Axel, that was…”
“You’re welcome,” Axel got to his feet and pressed his lips briefly to Castello’s, allowing him to taste his own cum on Axel’s mouth.
Castello fucking loved how he tasted on Axel. Damn, like a kid his dick was already twitching again. He enjoyed kissing Axel for a few more seconds, until he realized how Axel was visibly restraining himself from grinding against him. Castello blinked. “You need some help?” He nodded at the obvious bulge in the front of Axel’s dark jeans.
“No, just… hold still,” Axel grabbed Castello’s hips tightly and started to move against him, providing himself with much-needed friction. He let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan and dropped his head forward onto Castello’s shoulder, circling his hips almost frantically.
Castello leaned in, whispering, “I fucking love how you want to cum in your pants for me,” and just like that Axel was coming, biting out Castello’s
name between clenched teeth and tightening his grip on his waist. A loud knock on the door leading to the kitchen made them both jump.
“Uh, Boss,” Rafe’s voice called. “If you’re—um—done, we got a problem.”
Castello’s smile disappeared at the interruption. “I’ll be there in a minute!”
“What are we gonna tell them?”
“Not a damn thing.” The guys on his team were open-minded people, he was more than sure that at least a couple of them were gay. But Castello had absolutely no idea how they would react to being told that their Boss and a guy they weren’t entirely sure was on the right side of wrong, were sleeping together. But right at this second, Castello really didn’t give a shit. It was too soon to be thinking long term, but maybe his salvation really could be a sinner and it wouldn’t matter a damn. They were both hot, sweaty, and wearing sticky pants, and Castello knew this might not happen again. But he could hope—right? “We should go.”
“I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Axel pointed to a door. “I’ll be in in a few minutes.”
“Keys.” Castello held out one hand, palm up. “You are not to leave until we know what the fuck is going on.” He paused a split second before he added on, “Please.”
“Okay.” Axel pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the keys for his bike; he could jump start it if he really wanted to go anyway. But that fucking please… that made him want to stay, just because Castello had asked him to.
“Five minutes and I come looking.” Castello zipped his pants, wincing when the backs of his fingers hit off his sensitive dick.
“Boss!” Zack’s voice came through the door this time.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“Nope,” Axel snorted, “That was five minutes ago.”
“Bah.” Castello turned to walk away but stopped, went back to Axel, and kissed him hard. “I—”
“Later, k?” Axel pointed to the door. “They will be knocking again.”
He was right, Castello knew it. Just as he also knew he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, he just felt like he should say something. Instead, he nodded and walked toward the door.
