A low, raw sound of want escaped Javi’s throat as he closed the distance between them for a kiss.His fingers tightened around the back of Cloister’s neck, digging into skin and lean tendons.It was a kiss that dragged the breath out of both of them, eager and urgent.Sharp teeth chewed Cloister’s lips apart, and the taste of Javi and mint toothpaste filled his mouth.
Cloister wrapped his arm around Javi’s waist and pushed him back against the counter.The edge of it dug into Javi’s lean hips, and he shifted his weight backward.His elbow bumped the coffee cup, making it rattle against the counter, and Cloister impulsively swept his arm along the counter to clear it.
Coffee splashed over his wrist, hot still but not enough to sting, and the cup clattered into the sink.It made a final-sounding crack as it landed.
“I liked that cup,” Javi grumbled between Cloister’s lips, any bite in the complaint dulled by the caress of warm, gun-callused fingers.
“You’ll like this more,” Cloister promised.
He stepped away from the kiss, ignoring Javi’s groan of protest, and slid down onto the floor.Worn denim stretched along his knees and thighs as he knelt, the discarded towel damp and tangled under his knees.He licked a kiss over Javi’s stomach, the tight skin a few shades lighter than the rest of his body, as Javi’s fingers twisted in his hair.
“Prove it,” Javi challenged him throatily.
Cloister laughed softly at the man’s need to be in control, even when he was already getting what he wanted, and ran his hands up Javi’s thighs.Moisture beaded around his fingers as he traced the hard, tensed bands of muscle and nudged Javi’s legs apart.
His cock was already halfway to hard, heavy and eager as it lifted over his tight, smoothly waxed balls.Cloister leaned in, and his breath made Javi’s cock twitch and thicken.Before he could do anything, Javi tapped his shoulder.
“Dog’s watching.”Javi pointed, halfway apologetic at this point.
Cloister bit a kiss against Javi’s thigh.“She’s more interested in the sandwich than you,” he said.
Javi used the fistful of hair between his fingers to pull Cloister’s head back.His face was flushed and his eyes dark, lips kissed raw, as he looked down at Cloister.
“You saying I’m not the focus of the room?”he asked as he raised one dark, perfectly shaped brow.
Cloister wasn’t into control.Or at least, not usually.Despite that, his mouth went dry at the veiled reprimand, his skin two sizes too small, prickly and nervy.
“Bourneville,” he said, voice guttural despite his attempt to keep it clear.“Station.”
There was a put-upon sigh from Bon at the command and the tick of her toenails on polished wood as she padded out of the room.
“Good boy,” Javi said.He untangled his fingers from Cloister’s hair and smoothed it back from his face.
Despite, or because of, the prickle of pleasure that crawled down his spine at the praise, Cloister bridled against it.
“Asshole,” he muttered.
Javi smoothed his thumb along Cloister’s cheekbone.
“Oh, we’ll get there,” he said.“Finish what you started first.”
The laugh startled Cloister, warm and rough as it slipped out of his chest.It felt easy, unremarkable.This—them—was clear enough that he didn’t have to excuse, explain, or defuse the flash of humor.
Not that they couldn’t both be shits sometimes, but…it was different.
Cloister reached up to catch Javi’s hand and pull it down.He brushed a kiss over his shower-wrinkled palm and gave the heel a quick, scraped tease of a bite.
“I always do,” he said.
He felt the tendons in Javi’s arm tighten in response.Hesawthe way Javi’s cock twitched in reaction, his balls tugged up tight and eager between his legs.The long muscles in his thighs clenched, lean and outlined under golden skin.
Cloister nuzzled Javi’s palm briefly and then leaned forward.One hand slid up the back of Javi’s thigh to cup his ass, all tight, lean muscle, while Cloister wrapped his mouth around Javi’s cock.The faint scent of sandalwood teased at Cloister’s senses with the implication of a taste, but there was just soap and skin fresh from the shower.Javi made a rough, ragged noise in the back of his throat.His hand ended up in Cloister’s hair again, fingers dug down through shaggy hair to dig into his scalp.
As Cloister took the length of Javi into his mouth, lips stretched around the thick shaft, he tasted the musky salt bloom of precome on his tongue.He made a soft pleased with himself hum in the back of his throat that made Javi’s fingers tighten in his hair and the muscles in his stomach clench.
Everything else, all the pressure and suspicion and frustration, fell away.The world narrowed down to the cock in his mouth and the man it was attached to.Cloister ran his tongue over the hard underside of Javi’s cock, tracing the taut bulge of the big vein that ran along the shaft.Heat ran down his spine, liquid and tingling, until it reached his balls.His cock stirred impatiently under his jeans, nudged up against the zipper with an ache that wasbarelyon the right side of pleasure.
“God,” Javi groaned.
