“We’re in the back, Andrew. Alone. In the dark. At a table that can easily conceal any dirty deeds we do. Think anyone would notice if I slipped my hand down your pants?”
Andrew honestly didn’t know how he kept from yelping as Ford’s palm slid across his knee. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“Do you want me to be joking?”
“I…” Andrew’s brain took a moment to reboot. “Wait.” He clamped his hand down on Ford’s, already halfway between his thighs in the time he'd taken to respond. “You’re serious?”
Ford licked his lips. “I hadn’t planned a revisit to our Christmas cheer, but this is a rife opportunity. How much longer will your brother be?”
“F-fifteen minutes?”
“Think you’ll last that long?”
Doubtful.Andrew could already feel himself hardening at the thought of what Ford was offering, from the way he looked at him, the low husk of his voice, his fingers digging into Andrew’s thigh, and then sliding further between his legs.
From the memories of rutting on that sofa and wrapping his hand around Ford’s throat.
“Let’s see how long you do last,” Ford purred and reached both hands over to undo Andrew’s pants, letting one slide in to grip him through his boxers. “Seems you’re plenty warmed up.”
“Oh God…” Andrew whimpered, biting his lip to keep from moaning.
“Want me to stop?”
Andrew shook his head, turning to look forward again and pretend he was paying attention. Ford did the same, while that hand beneath the table, down Andrew’s pants, keptmoving.
Soon, it snuck up to the elastic of his underwear and slid deftly beneath. Ford was full-on giving him a hand job in the precinct, but the chance of being caught was worth it. Andrew hadn’t felt another's touch since…
Since Ford the last time.
Biting back his moans was getting harder, the hitch to his breath impossible to hide. He felt fire in his cheeks, burning with embarrassment and desire, but nothing compared to the heat in his belly. Ford knew just how to stroke him, the right pressure, an occasional twirl of his thumb through the precum forming at his tip, making Andrew slick and wet in his palm.
Sly smile in place, Ford stared ahead, while his hand moved, and Andrew gasped, breathing harsher and shallower until he could feel himself getting close. He had no idea anything Steven had said for the past several minutes, gripping the sides of his chair for an anchor.
“What if I snuck away quietly right now and left you like this, hard and weeping?” Ford whispered, slowing his strokes.
“Don’t you dare!” Andrew snarled.
A dark chuckle responded, but Ford’s hand picked up the pace, tight, pumping harder,faster. “Does that mean you'll keep my secret?”
Andrew nodded frantically. He didn’t care. He just wanted to come.
But he also knew Ford was using him again. His hand focused on Andrew, but he was listening intently to every bit of intel Steven was revealing. Andrew couldn’t afford to lose any more clients. He needed to outdo Ford, but the only thing he could think of right then, given that he was currently in the palm of his enemy’s hand, was to get intel on Ford in return.
And he had a tracker in his pocket.
Ford sped up faster—faster. Andrew was close, and he used that to his advantage, starting by clutching the side of his pant leg, and then moving up to his pocket. The act was mostly hidden by Ford’s arm stretched across his lap, and Ford’s eyes remained forward.
Andrew removed the tracker and reached for Ford’s pocket instead. He clutched there too, making it seem like he was warning Ford of his impending release, and then—
He came with an all-over shudder.
No one had even turned to look at them, and as Andrew let his hand drop between them, he didn’t get any impression that Ford knew what he’d done. Ford might ditch the hat and jacket, but he wouldn’t ditch his pants, not until he was somewhere safe.
Taking most of the mess with him, Ford pulled his hand away and slipped it into his jacket to clean off unseen. “You may have to punish me again for that. Or maybe, next time, I’ll punish you.”
Feeling rather smug and satisfied, Andrew could only nod, closing his eyes and enjoying the afterglow.
“Mr. Wen,” Steven’s voice brought him abruptly back to reality. “Have I put you to sleep back there?”
