“Oh, damn, that feels good,” came out of Bo’s mouth, a bit breathy.
“Hmmm…” Lucky hummed his agreement. The feel of Bo’s cock in his mouth, the scent, knowing the right pressure, right speed, and what pushed Bo’s buttons—how powerful. Lucky played Bo’s body, listening for the telltale cry when he swiped his tongue over Bo’s slit, the whimper when Lucky slid down the shaft, all signs of making his man happy.
And he would make his man happy, no matter what.
He stuck a finger into his mouth along with Bo’s cock, slicking the digit, and reached down to Bo’s hole.
“Ah, ah!” Bo whimpered, pushing back against Lucky’s fingertip. Almost in a daze Lucky heard the nightstand open, Bo shifting to get at the drawer. A moment later Bo nudged Lucky’s shoulder with a tube of lube.
Yep, Lucky definitely got the hint. He gave Bo’s cock a final lick and rose up onto his knees. He slicked up his cock, worked lube into Bo’s hole, lined up, and pushed in a mere fraction.
Bo froze and sucked in a breath, relaxing after a moment’s strain.
“You okay?” Lucky stared down at the easing tension on Bo’s face.
“Uh-huh.” Bo canted his hips upwards to prove his point, taking Lucky in more deeply.
With shallow thrusts and withdrawals Lucky worked himself into his lover’s body. Oh, damn. Yeah.
Now why had he been awake at this hour?
Didn’t matter now, with Bo’s hands on his ass, urging him faster. He lost himself in the tight heat around him, the scent of Bo in his nostrils, the smooth skin where he gripped Bo’s shoulders.
Bo wrapped muscular legs around him.
Lucky plunged into Bo, pulled out, and plunged in again. Had anything in the history of everything ever felt this good? This right?
Bo curled upward, cupping the back of Lucky’s head and bringing him down, joining their mouths as assuredly as their bodies. Taking himself in hand, Bo set up a frantic beat, tugging on his cock.
So good, so damned good, so… so… Lucky snapped his hips, the bunching of Bo’s muscles sending a message. Close, so close.
“Oh, fuck!” Bo’s entire body seized and he jerked, his channel tightening nearly painfully around Lucky’s cock.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Bo still flexed around him when Lucky let go, filling Bo’s body with his cum.
Lucky panted, staring down. He’d never get tired of a sex-rumpled Bo. Or any kind of Bo.
All too soon his cock softened and he slipped out, flopping beside Bo and settling into his arms, the evidence of Bo’s passion spattered on their stomachs.
“That one was just for us,” Bo said, planting a kiss on Lucky’s forehead.
Because, yes, in all the whirlwind of family, friends, job, rookies, and everything else tugging at their time, every now and then, they needed to simply be “us.”
Worked for Lucky.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lucky leaned back in the chair from hell as far as he dared and stared at the report he’d called in a few favors to get so fast. The lab folks initially grumbled and griped until he mentioned, “Walter wants this ASAP.” Not a total lie. Walterwouldlight a fire under their asses if Lucky made him aware of the situation. Which he wouldn’t.
For now.
In a year or two, dropping Bo’s name might get the same effect. Hopefully. Well, yeah. Bo, being Bo, he’d charm the lab rats into doing whatever he wanted.
Like get Lucky quick test results on field samples.
Although the exact makeup of most branded pharmaceuticals fell under proprietary information, by law, product inserts and labels provided ingredient lists. Ty’s pills contained many of the same components of the favored ADHD medication, but a few not even found in generic formulas.
Nothing overly dangerous, so far, but the active ingredient in Ty’s pill far outstripped the brand name. Taking random doses without doctor supervision produced erratic results. Lucky knew teenagers. If they got hold of a low-potency lot, they’d start doubling up on dosage. The next lot being stronger had the potential to cause an overdose.
