Chapter 25 #2
“I’m planning to buy my own place, but—” Officer Lavigne—Jeremy, Hayes reminded himself—was talking about the apartment he rented.
Beckett had roped Jeremy into a conversation about residential properties, as if Beckett knew all about the market in Montreal.
When Hayes had met Beckett, the guy had been renting an apartment the size of a shoe box—and not because of a lack of funds, but rather because he gave no shits.
“Real estate is crazy these days,” Beckett agreed.
“It can be a fucking crack den with squirrels living in the attic, and they’ll advertise the place as a charming one bedroom with lots of natural light and nature preserve views,” he joked.
Whether he could sense Hayes’ increasing discomfort or was simply playing up his role, he reached for Hayes’ hand and squeezed it firmly.
They rarely held hands. Generally, when Beckett did reach for his hands, it was because Hayes’ right hand had been shaking.
“Exactly,” Jeremy snorted. “Do you guys own your place?”
Jeremy was openly curious about them. He kept trying to disguise his prying by projecting an air of innocence and nonchalance, but Hayes knew he was gathering as much information as he could, any way he could.
His sincerity and eagerness to know more about them was flattering, despite the intrusiveness of his questions.
“Yeah, Daisy already owned the condo before I moved in,” Beckett answered, shrugging.
“And just a year in, too,” Jeremy said, both amused and admiring.
“I know—what are we, lesbians?”
Hayes didn’t get Beckett’s joke, but Jeremy did, his laugh spontaneous and genuine.
“Our job kind of expedited the move,” Beckett explained.
“You needed to move closer to work?” Jeremy asked, as the elevator finally reached his floor.
“Kind of a long story—”
“But I bet it’s a good one!” Jeremy smiled warmly at Beckett. Although initially he’d been interested in pursuing Hayes, it was now glaringly obvious that he too had succumbed to Beckett’s magnetic charm and wildly entertaining quirkiness.
Hayes could readily identify with that process—it hadn’t taken long for him to be sucked into that same vortex. It was more than a little satisfying to watch Beckett work his magic on Jeremy, knowing that, in the end, Hayes was going to reap the benefits. Soon, very soon.
“It involves the Italian Mafia, a snitching feline, and lotttttssss of red tape,” he summarised as the elevator doors opened. As Jeremy stepped out ahead of them, Beckett turned to Hayes, wariness in his gaze.
“You alright?” he leaned in close and whispered.
“Marvelously fine,” Hayes replied softly and snickered, mostly just to irritate him.
Beckett rolled his eyes, but oddly enough, he didn’t let go of his hands, he just—pulled him down the hallway to follow Jeremy.
The apartment was charming and modest. While the furnishings were limited and rather bland, the place was clean and well maintained.
“How about a drink?” Jeremy asked, closing the door behind them and then walking towards his bar while Hayes and Beckett looked around.
“Anything but Peach Schnapps,” Beckett replied with a full-body shudder.
Jeremy pulled out three cocktail glasses, pouring a shot of amber liquid—Hayes assumed it was bourbon—into each one and handed them out.
“To finding friends in strange places?” Jeremy proposed a toast with a cocky grin.
Hayes knocked his glass against Beckett’s and then Jeremy’s. He finished his drink first, and then watched Jeremy drink his, admiring the view. The simmering heat he’d felt earlier at the bar was more intense now, growing hotter when Beckett leaned over and kissed him right beneath his ear.
“I’d pay to see you kiss him.” Beckett’s sexy growl was loud enough for Jeremy to hear as well.
Hayes had forgotten how powerful this aspect of Beckett’s personality could be.
This bossy, alpha male side of Beckett issued commands with an underlying threat of punishment for those who failed to comply.
It was typically hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and chaos.
Hayes often forgot it was there until they were doing something outrageous, and then—there he was, commanding and mouth-wateringly sexy.
Hayes had no choice but to follow Beckett’s lead.
“Thankfully, I’m about to get a taste of man candy for free, now aren’t I?” Hayes replied with a confident smirk.
Jeremy had retrieved their glasses and placed them back on the bar. Reaching into one of its drawers, he grabbed a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms, then tossed them onto the coffee table. He looked inquiringly at Hayes, awaiting his reaction.
Alright—Hayes was up to bat. Game on.
Aware that Beckett was tracking his movements, Hayes closed the distance between him and his target. Jeremy’s lust-filled, bright blue gaze was unwavering, and his innate, masculine confidence appealed to Hayes even more than his astonishing physique did.
“You want to stop, you say so,” Hayes said, making it as much a question as a statement.
Jeremy responded with a quick nod and licked his lips invitingly.
Hayes wasted no more time on talking, firmly grasping Jeremy’s smooth jaw to hold him still for his kiss.
It wasn’t tender, nor was it cautious. It was exactly what they both wanted.
Searing and a little rough. Jeremy melted against him briefly before suddenly giving as good as he got, making their teeth clash.
Hayes nipped his bottom lip sharply to calm him down.
Hayes pulled away to get a good look at Jeremy’s expression, pleased to see blown pupils staring back at him.
“Strip,” Beckett ordered from where he stood right behind them.
Hayes cast a single look in his direction, needing to make sure Beckett wasn’t feeling neglected. He was reassured by the sight of Beckett leaning against the bar, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Neither Hayes nor Jeremy hesitated as they stripped down to their underwear, and God—
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Jeremy said, reading Hayes’ mind.
Two seconds later, they were all over each other with Jeremy’s hands roaming Hayes’ chest and exploring every inch of his lean muscles.
Hayes returned the favor, reaching out to explore that beautifully muscled body.
Jeremy was considerably larger than him.
Not quite as wide as Beckett but he was still a big boy.
When they separated again, Hayes felt hot breath against the back of his neck.
Beckett stood directly behind him with his shirt off, looking sexy as hell.
“You’re a fucking vision,” Beckett whispered softly just below his ear, meant for him alone. It served to ease tension inside of Hayes that he’d been unaware of until then.
Hayes closed his eyes for a moment to savor the sensation.
“Can I taste you?” Jeremy asked.
Hayes opened eyes to respond, only to discover that Jeremy wasn’t talking to him. Instead, he was staring right at Beckett, gaze eager and hungry.
“Get on the couch.” Beckett gestured towards the huge sectional sofa that took up most of the living room.
Jeremy sketched a brief salute, quickly crossed the room and sat down, leaning back and stretching his arms out along the back in clear invitation for them to join him.
“I need you to fuck me,” Beckett told Hayes, as he began walking backwards, holding Hayes’ hand and leading him to the couch. “Think you can manage that?” he asked, one eyebrow arched as he smiled teasingly.
Hayes yanked him against his chest to steal a kiss, before spinning him around to face Jeremy and giving his ass a sharp smack.
The C.U.N.T. responded with a satisfied groan.
“Get to it, hunky,” Beckett prompted the young cop, aiming his erect cock towards him, as Jeremy’s ran his gaze up and down Beckett’s body.
Needing no further invitation, Jeremy leaned forward, his right hand resting on Beckett’s hip as he pulled him towards his mouth.
Beckett was hard and leaking, more than ready for Jeremy to swallow him down.
Jeremy teased him at first, and Hayes watched, fascinated, as he pressed tender kisses to his hips and pelvis, before finally licking his shaft from base to tip.
In response, Beckett buried his fingers in Jeremy’s hair, clutching the shiny black curls and tugging lightly.
Hayes was familiar with the sensation. He fucking loved it when his boyfriend did that.
“Daisy,” Beckett said, drawing him back into the action.
“I need you,” he whined, and Hayes snapped back into the moment.
Keeping one hand on Beckett’s lower back, he grabbed the bottle of lube from the table.
Quickly squirting some over his fingers, he was distracted by sounds of his boyfriend coming undone by Jeremy’s talented mouth and hands.
“Fucking hell,” Beckett moaned, throwing his head back as Jeremy suddenly swallowed him to the root. He didn’t even gag, but his eyes did water with the effort. He was so fucking pretty.
“H!” Beckett growled, a strong warning him that he’d soon be exploding down Jeremy’s throat.
Hayes hastily pressed two fingers to his entrance, not pausing to tease him.
Instead, he rammed them in, searching for that little nub of pleasure.
He pressed closer to Beckett, not yet ready to be buried inside him, but simply rubbing his cock against Beckett’s lower back.
Beckett threw his head back onto Hayes’ shoulder and he kissed him, smothering curses and moans.
He was close. It was in every line of his face, in the desperation in his eyes.
Jeremy was too good at taking him to the very edge and keeping him there.
Hayes quickly added a third finger.
“Stop!” Beckett groaned harshly, pushing Jeremy off him and gasping for breath.
The cop pulled off with a loud pop, eyes wide with concern.