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“If you’re enough for me?” Connor’s laugh was brittle. “Oh God, if I’m enough for you. Peter you don’t know what you’re getting.”
“So tell me.”
“Damaged goods.” Connor answered softly.
“You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Can you trust me enough to love you?”
“Instantly.”
“Can you love me? I’m not asking for now, but in time.”
“Not in time Peter, right here, right now.”
Peter smiled. “Then anything else we can work through, together.”
Connor curled forward and wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders tiny shivers wracking his body. “Yes.”
“Yes?” Peter wrapped him up in a comforting embrace.
“Yes to all of it. No problems.”
“Serious?” Peter kissed his neck.
“Totally.”
“Any conditions?”
Connor pulled back. “Just one.”
“And that would be?”
“We keep this private, work and private don’t mix, no one knows. Elsinger and Rollins tend to get the gay guys hurt, you remember Phillipa?”
“Yeah she resigned after a lab accident.”
“No they rigged the lab accident after they found out she was a lesbian.”
“Oh. So no one knows, if I get you I can do that. Besides I keep the team at bay the less they know the better.”
“Elsigner will manipulate either or both of us to keep us in line with his way of thinking and then dispose of us as soon as practicable. I mean it Peter, no slips.”
“Okay you got it.” Peter leaned back in to taste the skin on Connors neck, his lips dancing over the rapidly firing pulse point.
“So he told me what he wanted to do to me.” Connor stood up and stretched his legs.
“And he did.” Matt theorized.
“Every day.” Connor blushed slightly. “I don’t suppose there’s a bathtub up there?” He looked hopefully up the stairs.
“Yes there is and my kit’s in there, probably not your brand but at least its not army issue.”
“What time is Anton due here?”
Matt looked down at his watch. “Another two, maybe three hours. I’ll call stores and get those clothes sent up and some food. Got a preference?”
“Steak.” Connor answered. “Bout an inch thick.” Connor held up his hand and indicated with his fingers.
“See what I can do.”
There was indeed a bathtub and with glee Connor put the plug in and filled it, finding shampoo and sandalwood scented soap. He sighed happily as he closed the bathroom door and sank into the hot tub. The first privacy in months and he hugged it close to his heart, soaping his hair and body and scrubbing away at the last vestiges of his incarceration. He took the time to put his body in order and in doing so his mind. He knew what Anton would be looking for, and if it were up to his old friend he knew he owed it to both of them to be prepared. Nearly half an hour passed and the water-cooled, Connor turned the tap on with his foot and topped it up. He let his hand reach down and fondle his cock, which throbbed for the first time in months.
Peter nibbled at his neck, stubble moving over freshly shaved skin and he tugged on his earlobes, gently sucking the fold of flesh into his mouth, savouring the salt tang of his lover on his lips. Determined to make it last he ran his hands along the compact frame and pinched the nipples though the thick jumper and stood pulling Connor along with him to his feet.
Peter kissed him again a faint tremor of urgency ran through him as he ran his hands down to cup the firm rounded butt and massage it. Connor moaned.
“Bedroom?”
“Yes.” Connor breathed.
“You up to it?” Peter asked solicitously.
Connor rocked his hips forward and smiled, his erection pressed through the jeans into Peter’s hip. “Moot point.” Connor smiled and Peter drowned in the soft expression, his long fingers finding every knot on his spine.
Unlike the previous evening Peter took his time undressing his soon to be lover, the trim frame softened with dark fur had Peter dipping his head to lave at the nipples so gently that Connor swooned. Axon steadied him with a hand in the middle of his back and dropped elegantly to his knees to undo the fastenings on his jeans sliding them over slim hips and off. He rubbed his cheek against the thick cock that sprung from a nest of dark curls and deeply breathed in the musk of arousal, sending jolts of urgency down to his own cock as it lengthened and throbbed.
He licked along the length and kissed Connor’s hip, his tongue laving the area as he nibbled.
“Up.” Connor ground out as he pulled Peter to his feet. His own mouth finding the pulse point above Peter collar bone and suckled, marking his lover as his fingers traversed the flat stomach and eased the sweats from his body. He pushed forward his cock coming directly into contact with Peter and tiny sparks flew behind his eyes as he arched his neck back. Quick to seize the opportunity Peter set his teeth to the exposed throat and found Connor grew if possible harder as he back them both towards the bed and pursued Connor up the soft bedding till he sat with his back to the headboard. Peter rocked back on his knees and stared as Connor set pillows behind his back and spread his legs wide, allowing Peter to see all of him as he reached a hand down and slowly stroked himself.
Peter smiled and ran his hands along Connors parted thighs and found his lips again.
“Which way do you want it?” He blew streams of warm air into Connors ear and felt the man shiver against him.
“Make love to me babe, please.” Connor’s voice was a raw whisper, silk over desire, passion over heat, smouldering as he eyed his lover.
“You got it.” Peter answered and snagged the lube and condoms from the bedside table.
“I’m hoping.” Connor smiled as he moved to turn over.
“No. I want to see your face.” Peter’s voice was soft in his ear as the questing fingers stroked his balls and further back to the tiny puckered opening.
“Oh.” Connor dug his fingers into Peter’s shoulders and surged against the passion- hot skin at the same time fingers breached his body, gently, slowly opening him with soft words. Gentle words of love, of commitment, of honour, of trust and Connor found the tears tracked his face again as Peter pinned him to the headboard with his body and thrust inside.
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