Chapter Nine #2
“No.” He blinked. “Like you said—although Tyson and I have a professional relationship, of sorts, we don’t have ethical barriers to keep us from…you know…” In a bold move, he pressed the heel of his palm to his crotch. “Although—” He bit his lip. “—we shouldn’t be doing this in front of you.”
Slowly, I moved to the dining room. I snagged a chair and positioned it across from the couch. I was giving Hamish time to decide. I should’ve felt guilty—but I didn’t.
Tyson looked over his shoulder. “You’ll only be able to see the back of my head. You should be at an angle.” He gestured with his shoulder.
I met Hamish’s gaze.
He nodded.
I moved the chair so I had the most perfect view of everything.
“We, uh, need to get you more comfortable.” Tyson pulled the fleece blanket from the top of the couch. “You can sit on this.”
Hamish tilted his head in question.
“Cold leather on your ass doesn’t feel pleasant—it’ll pull your focus.” Another grin.
“Ah.” Those damn cheeks pinkened again. He rose.
Tyson placed the blanket below. “Also, in case there’s any mess.”
“Oh.”
Hamish shot his gaze to me.
“Washing machine. Don’t give it another thought.” To myself, I laughed. Trust Tyson to think of that. Trust Doc to be worried about that.
Tyson straightened so the two men stood facing each other.
From my angle, the negligible two inches made no difference.
“We can—”
Hamish cut off Tyson’s words by lunging forward to claim a kiss.
Tyson welcomed the kiss, opening his mouth immediately and angling his head to grant Hamish better access. Then he slid his hands down Hamish’s flanks to rest on the man’s hips.
In reciprocity, Hamish slid his arms under Tyson’s, then reached for the cop’s hips. Almost as if on instinct, he moved his hands around to Tyson’s ass and dragged him closer.
Their cocks brushed.
I gave mine a rub through my sweats. I’d seen guys making out before. Hell, I’d witnessed Cole fucking plenty of men—and women—usually very naked. Yet the scene before me—with two clothed men—was far more erotic than anything I’d ever viewed.
Tyson, as he continued the kiss, eased his hand around to Hamish’s waist.
He paused.
Hamish, pulling back, met his gaze.
And nodded.
Tyson unbuttoned Hamish’s corduroy pants, unzipped them, then insinuated his hand inside, including under the tighty-whities.
Oh my God, so adorable.
Hamish bucked into the touch, closing his eyes on a long sigh. That sigh turned into a moan when Tyson curled his hand, obviously cupping the man’s cock.
After a moment, Hamish licked his lips, clearly dry. “I don’t know—”
“I do.” Tyson eased both hands under the waistband of the underwear and tugged them down, along with the cords.
Hamish squeaked. Whether from the cold air against his cock or the fact Tyson now knelt before him, I wasn’t certain. His cock stuck straight out—proud and ready for action.
I spotted a drop of precum on the tip.
Tyson looked up at Hamish who, in turn, gazed down.
Hamish nodded.
In acknowledgment, Tyson nodded back.
I liked that he sought permission. I wouldn’t have expected any less—but it reassured.
He licked the tip of Hamish’s cock.
Hamish gasped.
Tyson grinned as he licked his way along the vein on the underside. Then, as if realizing he’d be in this position for a while, he knelt properly—placing his knees on the ground.
I would’ve offered a pillow, but I was too entranced, watching this scene. And I feared any disruption would remind the men of my presence. That might cause Hamish to crawl back into his protective shell.
“Sit.” Tyson urged Hamish. “Let me make you feel good. When Tyson reached the tip, he sucked in the head completely and hollowed his cheeks.
Hamish laid his hand gently on the man’s head—clearly for support.
Tyson sucked him in deeper.
When he grasped Hamish’s balls, the man arched his neck back and let out something resembling a sob.
I caught a glint in Tyson’s eye as he cut me a quick glance. In reciprocity, I stroked my cock through the layers of fabric.
He redoubled his efforts, hollowing out his cheeks to suck as hard as I imagined he could. He might’ve gagged a bit, but he kept up a steady pace.
“I’m…uh…oh God…” Hamish couldn’t seem to find the requisite words.
Tyson seemed to understand.
Hamish’s pelvis jerked, and then he let out another long moan.
In response, Tyson swallowed several times. When he appeared finished—and Hamish appeared spent—he eased him to lie prone on the couch. Then he wrapped him into the blanket he’d so carefully laid out.
After a moment, Hamish tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes.
Tyson eyed my crotch.
As Hamish was clearly blissed out, I didn’t feel guilty about pulling my cock out. Several rough tugs and I came.
Hard.
The entire time, I held Tyson’s gaze. This, this, this. You could have this.
He cocked his head—almost in acknowledgment.
I wagged my eyebrow and pointed to his obvious erection that strained his jeans.
After a moment, he gave me what I could only term a cocky grin.
Apparently, blue balls didn’t bother him.
I liked he put other people’s pleasure before his own. I’d have to make certain, however, that didn’t become a habit. Him getting off was as important as the rest of us.