Chapter Ten #2
“We should get a dog,” Sam
heard Finn say, and the resigned sigh that followed it had him
grinning even harder.
“What for? Aiden and
Deefer are here all the damn time,” Dev complained. “Why the hell
would we need more of the four-legged fleabags?”
Sam saw that Dev and Finn were on the
porch swing, each with a beer in his hand, enjoying the late summer
evening. “That particular four-legged fleabag saved the lives of
more American servicemen and -women than you can count, not to
mention the lives of more than one man on these grounds, Dev. Just
thought I should point that out.”
“Which is why he is
allowed to run around and piss and shit wherever the hell his
little doggy heart desires,” Dev conceded. “Any other dog does that
and we’ll have trouble, and knowing my Finn, he’ll want some small
yapping purse dog just to fuck with me.”
Finn turned and smacked Dev in the
shoulder. “That’s just damn rude. What if I want to adopt a dog
that’s returned from active duty?”
Dev dropped his arm from the back of
the swing and pulled Finn closer to him. “Then we would and that
dog would have free rein of the place just as Deefer
does.”
“There aren’t that many of
them available for adoption,” Aiden said. “Most of them are adopted
by their handler like I have Deefer. He and I have been through
hell together, and I will care for him for as long as I have him,
and he will want for nothing.”
As if he knew that they were talking
about him, Deefer chose that moment to come bounding across the
front yard, and up the stairs to the porch, and Sam was surprised
when the dog didn’t stop until he’d all but leaped into Dev’s lap,
his nose going straight for the top pocket of his shirt.
Sam watched in the soft light of the
porch light as his LT blushed. “Damn it, dog,” Dev muttered. “Get
the hell off me.” Dev halfheartedly tried to shove Deefer off his
lap, but when the dog’s expression turned sad, and Sam was pretty
damn sure it was all an act, Dev sighed and pulled out a cube of
sugar from the pocket Deefer had locked onto. “Little
moocher.”
They all laughed as Deefer happily
slurped up the sugary treat right from Dev’s hand then leaped back
to the porch floor to sit down on his haunches and watch them
all.
“Looks like you’ve found
Deefer’s weakness,” Aiden laughed.
“Yeah well, as you said,
that dog deserves to be spoilt. Who the hell am I to say
no?”
Sam was still grinning when he stepped
into his suite of rooms and held the door for Aiden and Deefer. “I
had no idea Deefer liked sugar cubes.”
Aiden placed his bag down on the floor
by the door that led to Sam’s bedroom. “Yeah, they’re his Scooby
snack of choice so to speak. As long as he doesn’t eat too much of
it, it’s not harmful.”
Sam watched as Deefer made himself at
home on the uncomfortable as shit couch that he’d claimed as his
own since he and Aiden had been sleeping here. “Good to know,
although,” Sam turned and walked to Aiden and wrapped his arms
around him, “that raises the question why you told Dev that and not
me. I think back to those first few days I spent over at your place
trying to win that damn dog over. Sugar cubes would have made that
a hell of a lot easier.”
Aiden reached up to wrap his arms
around Sam’s neck. “That’s the funny thing about this. I never told
Devon about Deefer’s weakness, and I am pretty damn sure I’ve never
given that dog any when we have been here. So how the hell did he
know?”
Sam chuckled as he leaned in and
rested his forehead against Aiden’s. “The LT knows all. I don’t
know how the son of a bitch does it, but he does. Now, I’m not Dev
and I can’t just pluck information out of the air or see the future
in any great detail. But I can see clearly what is about to happen
in the next hour or two.”
Aiden pressed closer to him, and Sam
growled at the feel of his cock pressing against Sam’s growing
erection. “And what might that be?” Aiden’s voice had dropped an
octave, and Sam leaned in to press a sharp bite against the
sensitive skin of Aiden’s neck. The rumble of Aiden’s groan of
approval vibrated against his lips.
“The shower here and at
your place is too fucking small for all of us.” Sam pulled back,
reached down for Aiden's hand and pulled him into the bedroom,
stopping only to grab lube from the bedside table, and into the
master bathroom. “But for just the two of us, it’s damn near
perfect. I read your latest release. That scene between AJ and
Gavin alone in the shower while Travis was at work? It had me rock
hard for what felt like forever. I want you to fuck me in the
shower, exactly like AJ took Gavin, and then later on, when we’re
in bed, I wanna fuck you like Travis did AJ, with you lying flat on
your stomach, pillows under your hips to present your ass to me at
just the right angle.”
They stepped into the bathroom, and
Sam dropped Aiden's hand to lean in and place the lube on the shelf
before setting the temperature of the water. He turned around and
Aiden was just stepping out of his jeans, and as always was
stripped naked in an impressively short time. “Damn, one day you
are going to have to show my how the hell it is you get naked so
damn fast.”
Aiden grinned as he moved around Sam
and stepped into the shower. “Not sure I want you to know, I kinda
like watching the floor show.”
Sam returned Aiden's grin with a
wicked one of his own as he slowly stripped off his clothes. “Well
there is that, I guess.” Sam’s mouth began to water as Aiden’s hand
dropped to his cock and he began to stroke himself. “Christ, Aiden,
that is so fucking hot.” With more speed than style, Sam stripped
off the rest of his clothing and practically fell into the shower,
dragging Aiden into his arms and slamming his mouth down onto
his.
The kiss was wild, and although Sam
dominated the kiss and led the intensity of it, he was under no
illusions that it was because Aiden allowed it. That was made very
clear when, as Sam was reeling from the arousal spiraling through
him as Aiden's unique flavor went directly to his head, Aiden’s
hand reached down and gripped both their cocks in one hand. He
encouraged Sam to pulse his hips back and forth, driving his
erection through Aiden's tight grip, as Aiden mirrored the move.
Sam growled into Aiden's mouth at the feel of Aiden’s hand and the
movement of their cocks sliding together within it.
When his orgasm began to edge too
close for the comfort of his control, Sam threw his head back on a
groan. “Fuck, that feels too damn good. Turn around, Aiden. I need
in, I need to fuck you.”
Aiden turned swiftly to the wall,
leaning in to place his hands against the tile, and spreading his
legs. Sam groaned in appreciation at how amazing he looked in that
position. With his back arched like it was, Sam was given an
unobstructed view of Aiden’s ass, and Sam had to reach for his own
cock and grip it tightly around the base to keep himself from
erupting.
With a hand that shook, Sam reached
for the lube he’d grabbed and applied it liberally to his own cock,
then used it to make sure Aiden was ready for him. He lost himself
in the joy of giving his man pleasure, taking his cue from every
move and sound Aiden made as Sam stretched him. He tapped his
finger against Aiden’s prostate in a syncopated rhythm that had
Aiden squirming and crying out in pleasure. When Sam was sure that
Aiden was ready, he reached down to grab his own cock. He pressed
the head of his cock against Aiden’s ass and sent a prayer to the
heavens that he was able to hold on longer than two seconds once he
was inside his lover.
Sam hissed out a breath as he pushed
past the ring of muscle that surrounded Aiden’s back entrance, and
slowly pushed forward. He groaned at the gripping pressure of
Aiden's ass, and with a few short thrusts of his hips, he felt
himself bottom out within him.
Sam leaned over Aiden’s back, making
them both groan and pressed his mouth to Aiden’s shoulder in an
open kiss. “You have all of me, lover,” Sam’s voice was harsh,
“every inch I have to give you.”
Aiden circled his hips, and Sam’s
breath caught in his throat at how good that felt. “Good. I want
every inch you have, everything you have to give me. I want it all,
Sam. Nick and I, we want it all. With you. Only you.”
Sam pulled back and then pushed home
again, striving to maintain a steady rhythm, but knew that he
wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long. “You have it, Aiden. You
and Nick, you have everything I have to give. Everything I am.” It
was on the tip of his tongue to say that he loved Aiden, but he
held it back. The first time he said those words to anyone, he sure
as fuck was going to make sure that both men who had earned his
love were there to hear it at the same time.
Confident that the moment he wanted
would be sooner rather than later, Sam sped up. Soon he was
slamming his hips into Aiden, pounding himself into his lover at a
frightening rate. He could feel the epic orgasm building within
him, and he gritted his teeth in an effort to hold it at bay. He
reached around Aiden’s hips to grip his lover’s cock and began to
stroke him in sure, strong strokes, designed to drive Aiden over
the edge as quickly as possible. From Aiden’s shout of joy and the
way his hips shot forward, Sam knew he was close.
He moved his hand faster as his hips
pistoned forward. He just had to hold on a few moments longer. He
would be damned if he succumbed to the pleasure before Aiden did.
Just when he thought he might have failed he felt Aiden tense. A
moment later, Aiden’s head went back and he roared Sam’s name as he
came. The rhythmic squeeze of his ass around Sam’s cock was all it
took to drag Sam into the insanity with him. Knowing that Aiden had
reached his own release, Sam willingly threw himself into the
breach.
****
He’d followed the EDO and his blond
friend from the hospital. The two of them had both come daily to
the bedside of the Sheriff he’d managed to injure with his little
gift. He hadn’t really expected to get the one he was gunning for
with that, but he had wanted to send a message. From what he could
tell, that message had been received loud and clear.
The two men had traveled to a small
farmhouse on the outskirts of town and picked up a dog before
heading to a large, fully fenced compound closer to the hospital.
From the looks of the security around the place, he knew he wasn’t
going to be able to get the fucker he was after while they were in
there. Too many damned cameras, and from the sound of gunfire
echoing through that compound on a daily basis, too many damn guns,
too.
No, he was going to have to be smarter
than his prey. Not that that wasn’t always the case, because he had
yet to meet anyone who outsmarted him. When he finally made his
move and took out his target, it was going to have to be nowhere
near this facility, or compound, or whatever the hell it was. He
was going to take that bastard out, and enjoy every fucking moment
of it. He was the best. Always had been.