Don’t kiss me.
That heartbeat, while the other man’s lips weren’t on his skin, allowed Saxon’s braincells to kick into gear. Allowed him to remember what they had agreed on, and that they shouldn’t be changing shit without talking about it first. But then Rick licked his bottom lip. His gaze drifted to Saxon’s mouth and his eyes begged for… what? Saxon’s kiss? His touch? More? Saxon shifted in his boots, easing some of the tension behind his zipper, but his desire was growing by the second. Becoming harder. This should not happen—but right now, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to stop it either.
Fuck. Stop…
Rick didn’t wait for Saxon to give him what he wanted. He claimed it for himself. He sucked Saxon’s lip into his mouth, gently tugging on it with his teeth, and Saxon’s braincells once again forgot every damn thing but the pleasure and lust sending blood through his veins straight to his dick.
Don’t stop.
The tip of Rick’s tongue dipped into his mouth and Saxon felt the mental chains holding him in place snap.
What could it hurt if he kissed him? Just one kiss. They could go right back to what they were before. One kiss wouldn’t compromise that. Right?
It’s a bad idea! Things could get messy.
He’d always been sure what this thing he and Rick had going on was. He had no clue how things worked when sex was involved in a mission. Oh fuck, now he was thinking about way more than freaking kissing. His body wasn’t listening to a damn thing his brain was trying to tell him. Instead, it sent blood through his veins to his dick, making it harden. Then, just to emphasize its point, it sent desire straight to his balls, making them ache.
He is a friend you fuck, you both agreed that’s all it could be, he reminded himself, or at least he tried to, but Rick was wreaking havoc on his restraint. That soft fucking sigh he both felt and heard assaulted his senses with the force of an IED blast.
Logic tried to kick in, its force as painful as getting punched in the gut by one of his boss’s huge fists. He shouldn’t do this…
Should he?
Could he?
Rick’s hands pressed against his chest, and he looked at him, his eyes reflecting Saxon’s own crazy-ass longing. No words were exchanged, and none were needed. Rick kissed him. A simple kiss, but it was the spark that ignited the blast. Saxon wrapped an arm around Rick’s waist and pulled him closer, licking his tongue along his lips. A moan escaped Rick’s mouth, and Saxon swallowed it down. He fucking loved that noise. He moved his tongue into Rick’s mouth, swirling, licking, biting and Rick pressed his body against him, his dick rubbing against Saxon’s large and sensitive length.
Rick’s hand moved up onto his shoulder and into his hair, his blunt nails scraping and running over his scalp.
Saxon moved his hands to Rick’s ass. Cupping his cheeks through his jeans, he pulled him closer, pressing their groins together.
“Damn,” Rick ripped his mouth from Saxon’s to suck in a breath. “I knew you felt it too.”
Pulling back, Saxon rested his forehead on his, searching for those chains of control he’d broken a few minutes before. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I-I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Rick admitted. “But I’m not sorry it did.”
Yeah, Saxon wasn’t either, and that was a problem. They still didn’t know what the hell had happened. They needed to figure out what was going on, and here he was… losing focus, getting distracted. His team would be pissed because they were all affected by his stupidity. Letting others down wasn’t something he ever wanted to make a habit of. Since he’d joined the military and been called up for Red Squadron, he’d made it his business to never lose his focus. But somehow, he’d allowed this man to sneak in under his skin when he wasn’t looking and he still didn’t know how the hell to handle it. “Rick…”
“I don’t understand this either.” Rick interrupted, as if he knew exactly what Saxon was thinking. “I know what we agreed. Yet, this is, I don’t know… more or something. I’m wary and yet… well, with you right now I feel something amazing, and I don’t want it to end.”
Saxon lowered his mouth to Rick’s, planting several quick kisses on his lips, he’d really meant to not allow things to go any further, but then Rick pressed against him again.
Fuck! Snap.
There went the chains on his control again. He knew just a couple of kisses wouldn’t be enough. He then went in for a devastating kiss.
Rick responded, pushing his tongue past Saxon’s lips. Needing better access, Saxon flipped them around and pressed him against the wall. Pushing a knee in between Rick’s legs, he made space for himself between them. He caught Rick’s wrists and raised them high above his head until he could feel his heart beating against his chest. Rick relaxed against the wall, watching him, waiting for him to decide what he wanted.
Damn it, this is a stupid move.
Saxon cursed himself in his head. He was so far over the line of what he should be focusing on, it wasn’t funny. Never wanting to let go, wanting more—stupid-ass move—danger lurked outside of the four walls of this base. His brain should be leading, not his dick.
It’s just a moment’s worth of pleasure.
He’d stop soon… bah, even as he told himself these stolen moments in time may be worth it, he knew it didn’t matter. Just a moment’s worth of pleasure? He’d never been very good at lying to himself. He wanted more from Rick and now that he knew Rick wanted it too… all bets were off.
Saxon moved his palm to one side of Rick’s shirt collar, his fingers working the buttons loose. Rick’s groan sounded from deep in his chest, and Saxon took that as an invitation to continue his exploration. He tugged on the material of the shirt, and buttons popped and fell to the floor. He stroked the firm flesh under his palm, loving the warmth and smattering of chest hair. Moving his hand to the left, he hit—metal—fuck.
