Chapter Seventeen
Dylan
“That wasn’t so bad,” I grinned as we drove home to pack. Mike glared at me from the passenger seat, but I figured it was mostly aimed at Erik because his gaze wasn’t fully meeting mine.
“Erik made it interesting,” Mike sniped.
Suppressing a laugh, I asked, “What did he say?”
“Well, he apparently watched you either change or shower at some point, and I’m a little miffed about that.”
Erik seemed to talk while I tried not to blush.
“Okay, he saw your dick when I attacked you in the hallway and he’s firmly stating that he’s not a pervert.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “I hope you enjoyed the view,” I laughed.
Mike mumbled something, his arms crossed as he pouted, then finally grumbled, “He did.”
I was left beaming behind the wheel, until Mike added, “But he thinks my butt is better than yours.”
“He’s seen your butt?!” I exclaimed in horror. “When?!”
Mike suppressed a laugh, looking all smug at my reaction, that little minx. “When I tried on my lace for you. He actually helped me pick out the color.”
My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, but I still sounded somewhat in control when I said, “Erik, with all due respect, be glad that you’re already dead.”
Mike laughed at that and I bet Erik did as well.
No one, dead or alive, was allowed to see my man in his pretty lace panties. Only me.
We packed enough to last us two weeks, figuring we could always buy more stuff while there.
Mike had a system when he packed that I found truly sexy.
The way he stuffed his shoes with t-shirts and socks, and folded clothes in a certain way that made room for lots of things we could buy. Fucking hot as hell.
Mike laughed as I attacked his neck with kisses, my hands wandering down his chest. “We don’t have time for any fun,” he reminded me, still giggling as my hands found their way into the front of his pants, my fingers teasing the tip of his hardening cock.
“No?” I whispered, “Not even if we make it quick?”
“I’m not sitting on a plane for nine hours with a sore ass,” he sniffed, playfully shoving me off him.
I simply went to my knees and reached for his pants again. This time there was no protest as I freed his length and began licking the tip. We had thirty minutes before we had to leave and I would make sure that we got on that plane sated and happy.
“Dyl,” he groaned, fisting my hair.
I hummed around him, so starved for my man it was ridiculous.
Mike was simply too irresistible, and I was just a weak man unable to help myself when he tempted me by just existing.
With our time running out, I freed my own dick, stroking myself as I continued to bob my head, enjoying the feel of his heavy cock on my tongue.
The way Mike peered down at me, his eyes so full of love and lust, it was sexy as hell.
“I can’t wait to fuck you in a hotel room,” Mike groaned, making me drip precum just imagining how hot that would be. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and shower sex can happen, too.”
That did it. I released my dick, too close to coming, then cupped his balls and sucked with frantic movements. Mike held onto my poor hair, holding it tight around his fingers as he came, grunting softly before melting back on the bed behind him.
My hand returned to my neglected dick and I began stroking it again as my gaze trailed over Mike’s sated body, his cock now limp but still fucking sexy as he lay there, pants open and dick out, a blissful smile on his face.
I came into my hand, the pleasure a much-needed relief as I returned his smile. Now we could just relax during the long flight without me dragging him into the tiny airplane bathroom.
The flight dragged and what should’ve been a nine-hour flight, turned into ten hours because of a delay. We’d both slept on the plane but were still groggy as we left the airport, the sun rising over the sky to welcome us to not only a new day but also a new country.
“We should check into our hotel and then head out for some breakfast,” Mike suggested, already eager to take in everything about Copenhagen with glee.
“I want their pastries,” I groaned, finally within reach of the real deal.
“God, me too,” Mike groaned. We’d eaten on the plane, but airplane food was just… okay. Now we wanted to treat ourselves before we started our first assignment here.
Once we had our luggage and had picked out a taxi, we were on our way from the airport.
Like Rino had said, we ended up in the middle of Copenhagen central.
We could’ve used their train station, something I actually looked forward to, but Rino paid for our transportation and we were too tired and hungry to figure out how their public transit system worked at the moment.
We were silent as we walked into the hotel lobby, both of us taking everything in.
The receptionist had a welcoming smile on her face as she handed us our keycard.
Then we were in the elevator, going up to our first ever hotel room together.
It might’ve seemed like such a small insignificant thing for others, but for me it was huge.
I’d never been outside our home country.
I’d only flown to other states, but here I was, in another country with my boyfriend, on our first ever work trip together.
“Erik is amused by our silence,” Mike grinned as we watched the floors pass by.
I smiled. “We’ll talk more after getting some breakfast.”
Mike laughed. “I’ll be surprised if you even manage to take a picture of the food before eating it.”
I gasped indignantly. “How dare you question my professionalism?!”
He laughed. “I think your growling stomach is in agreement with me.”
I shook my head fondly at him as the elevator doors opened to our floor. We found room 3002 and hurried inside. It had a great view of the city and the shower was definitely big enough for two. Excellent.
“Let’s just dump our stuff and find the closest bakery or café,” I suggested, placing my suitcase at the end of the big bed.
“I need to pee first,” Mike announced, all but running into the bathroom. Him and his tiny bladder. But I loved him regardless of the many bathroom breaks we would have to endure on this trip.
I found our company Mastercard, a generous thing gifted to us by Rino.
I’d been surprised by how well paid we were and even more so when Rino gladly took all our expenses, even the restaurant visits.
The company got paid a good chunk of money whenever a difficult ghost got dealt with and according to Rino, all the cases that he took on himself paid plenty.
I’d yet to learn how they made it work with the FBI, but according to Mike it seemed they called upon mediums rather often, mostly because they couldn’t do a damn thing about hostile ghosts themselves.
Mike returned with a relieved smile on his lips. “Let’s go and see the city.”
I took his hand in mine, eager to enjoy this time we had together. “Once we’re seated somewhere, we should contact one of the cases and get started,” I said.
He sighed, “The sooner, the better, I guess.”