Handcuffs and Lace 09 -She's Got Balls (4 page)

. “Fine. We’ll go brush up and meet in the living room. It’s work, Paul Bunyon, quit freaking out.”
As he brushed his teeth, the same question circled his mind.
Do I even
want
to kiss a guy who’s homophobic and I’ve got no shot keeping
? Great fucking question.
It was a great fucking question when he flossed and rinsed and it was still a great fucking question when he ended up in the living room with a Neanderthal hottie who looked nervous as hell. Did Neanderthals get nervous?
“We could tell people you aren’t demonstrative.” Chris spoke first, giving him an out if he wanted one.
“Too late for that.”
“Yeah, I guess move-in day kind of blows that one out of the water.”
Calm descended on Vin. He slipped his hands into his pockets. He arched a brow. It was the same look he’d worn when Chris had first stormed the conference room.
What was he waiting for, an invitation?
“Ready?” Vin asked.
Hell no
.
“Yeah.” Chris shrugged.
Vin closed the four steps between them before Chris’ shoulder had finished dropping. Cupping Chris’ face between his hands, Vin swooped in. His mouth covered Chris’ roughly, possessing it instead of accepting permission to be there. Sweet peppermint lingered on Vin’s lips and flavored the firm sweeping pleasure of his tongue as it plunged past Chris’ defenses.
For the second time in as many days, Chris’ knees wobbled. But this time, pain didn’t force him to push away. Chris clutched Vin’s ribs, holding on as much as he dared while Vin tasted and branded every part of his mouth.
Vin changed angles, smashing their noses together. Chris didn’t care. Pulling further away to do the same maneuver would have been an unbearable distance.
His lips felt raw, bruised, scorched, and still Vin coaxed Chris’ response with the skill of a deft seducer. He hung on, powerless to do anything else. Not wanting to stop him, ever.
Vin’s tongue lapped, rubbed, stoked. His teeth closed gently on Chris’ tongue to scrape when he withdrew it, then suckled him back in only to release and chase after.
Chris’ head swam dizzily. Vin moved one hand to sift through Chris’ hair, tickling his scalp far more gently than he laid claim to his mouth. Chris’ moan couldn’t be stopped, having been ripped from his soul by a master.
And then all the sudden, it ended. Chris swayed as Vin abruptly let go and moved away. Aside from the flush beneath his olive complexion and kiss-roughened lips, Chris saw none of the signs of devastation in the other man that Vin had ravaged in Chris in the wake of that kiss.
Bereft, cold, and in shock, Chris stared dumbly.
“That’ll work,” Vin murmured.
Chris commanded his lips to move, his voice to speak, and managed a loose-headed nod in place of words.
“Aw, damn. I didn’t put the dishes away. Since you did dinner, I’ll clean up, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
Where in God’s name was his voice? Vin’s tongue stole it, that’s where
.
He should walk away. Go to bed. He should do something else besides stand around looking like an idiot.
Water turned on in the kitchen. Plates clinked together. The water shut off. “Tarp?”
“Yeah,” he answered, so grateful his voice had returned that he didn’t mind the huskiness.
“The sweats look better than that damn robe. Keep ’em.”
“I’m gonna,” Chris pointed down the hall, searching for the word he needed. Apparently, not all his words had found their way home. Not that Vin could see him pointing. “Sleep,” he said. “Gonna sleep.”
“Night.”
Perplexed, he looked toward the kitchen. “Night,” he answered.
Chris shook his head with wonder and confusion, then headed for his room. Where he laid in bed when Vin turned off the last light and shut his door. Where he continued to lay for another couple of hours, wondering what the fuck he was going to do now that Vin had permanently imprinted himself on Chris’ every waking thought.
“Fuck me,” he swore. “I’m screwed. I should just tell Vin I want him and get it over with.”
Vin would probably think Chris’ crush on him was funny. Or appalling. Chris had never been ashamed of his orientation, though, just guarded, and he wouldn’t start now. He threw back the covers, swung his feet to the floor, and marched to Vin’s room before he lost his nerve. Vin had a right to know that his gay partner wanted a piece of his ass. He’d be a little less careless with kissing Chris, but that would spare them both when the case ended.
Chris tapped on the door. “Vin, you awake?”
Chris entered his room soundlessly. Vin sprawled on his belly across one of the twin beds, naked. A streetlight glowed through the blinds to touch his body with a lover’s admiration, skimming the dips and silvering the rises. He slept with his face propped on folded arms allowing his black hair to spill like ink over his cheek, jaw and shoulders, reaching only the top of his back where the ends snaked in a twisted pattern on glowing skin.
Chris’ chest constricted with longing. Vin’s upper back sloped to a dip before the sudden rise of Vin’s round, sculpted ass. Chris’ gaze followed the perfect symmetry of Vin’s spine to the dark crevice hiding the sweet spot Chris wanted to nudge with his now insistent cock. Thick, rounded hamstrings, dimpled knee backs, wide square-ish calves to knobby ankles and pale soles shimmered in masculine beauty on twisted sheets.
As he watched, Vin bent a knee and shadows crept tantalizingly away from his upper thighs. Chris tried in vain, willed his eyes to adjust better than humanly possible, to see the sack nestled there.
“Vin?” he croaked.
Vin sighed in his sleep. Chris watched the light play on his ribs as they expanded and contracted on each deep breath.
“Shit. For a top detective, you sleep like the dead,” he whispered.
He sidled over to the bed. Like a kid unable to stop himself from reaching into the candy jar, Chris dragged the tips of his fingers from Vin’s shoulder blade to his hip. He hesitated, wanting to touch more, lower, but didn’t dare tease the sensitive skin of Vin’s cheeks and be caught doing it.
Closing his eyes to block Vin’s naked image, he managed to draw his hand back. “God, you are fucking magnificent.”
He left before he could change his mind and jumped back into his own bed. Pulling the covers up tightly under his chin, he turned away from the door to discourage himself from thinking about waking Vin with intimate caresses. Then he started counting sheep to distract himself.
Except the fence became Vin’s naked back, and the repetitive jumping of sheep turned into Chris dry-humping Vin’s ass.
Definitely not a sleep aid.

Chris sighed, picked up his pillow and crammed it over his exposed ear. How many weeks was this assignment going to run? Chris would deserve a fucking medal when it concluded, for his show of restraint.

Many more kisses from Vin, and he’d be the first wife in history to tent her own dress. Not to mention the cum stains—from the inside.
Something fuzzy touched his wrist. Chris flung his arm to dislodge whatever vermin had crawled into bed with him. The pillow joggled off the side of his head and he heard the distinct
snick
of cuffs closing.
“What the fuck?” Chris bellowed.
His arm yanked upward forcefully and Chris twisted around to see Vin loop the long chain joining furry cuffs around several thick spindles. Wide, warm chest filled Chris’ vision. In a disjointed link of reality and surreality, he tried to piece together what was happening with what he knew. His free wrist held down, it all came together in a matter of seconds when the final furry cuff closed and locked on his other wrist.
Vin sat back, surveying his work.
Chris tugged instinctively. Metal scrapped wood, but he couldn’t lower his arms.
“What the
fuck
?” he bellowed again.
“Actually, I don’t sleep like a rock,” Vin said.
Chris’ eyes widened, his heart kicked up in crazy tempo, and his ears rang with the realization that Vin had heard everything, and well enough to comment on the few words Chris had spoken. “Shit.”
Vin sat by Chris’ hip in dark silhouette.
Two nights on duty and Chris’ partner felt he had to cuff Chris in order to avoid sexual harassment in his sleep. That didn’t bode well. In fact, it sucked big and hairy.
“So now what? You going to leave me chained up all night to protect your modesty?” Chris asked.
Vin nodded. “Yeah, you’ll be chained up all night.” He stretched, reaching for something just out of Chris’ sight, and with a click, soft yellow lamp light filled the room.
Chris sucked in a sharp breath. Vin was still naked. And holy fucking missile silos, Vin was
hard
.
Vin reached behind him and dropped the orange makeup kit on Chris’ sheeted stomach. He arched a brow and pulled out the box of condoms and lube the agency boys and thrown in with Chris’ wardrobe.
His stomach twisted in knots. Did Vin pull them out in invitation or condemnation? “You already knew about those things. You saw the gag gifts before I did.”
Vin’s expression turned inscrutable. He rested his hands lightly on his massive thighs and seemed to wait for Chris to explain.
Chris licked his lips nervously. He tested the cuffs again. They rattled in the silence between them.
“You came into my room,” Vin said, after a moment.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Why did you come into my room?”
“I thought you’d be awake and I needed to tell you something about the case. I swear,” Chris explained. Foreboding etched worry in his belly.
Vin folded his arms across his chest and tucked his chin.
“I, uh—fuck man, not like this. At least allow me some dignity when I’m talking to you.” Annoyance gave Chris something to hang on to. To fight with.
“I’m waiting. Can’t image how the case has anything to do with touching me or commenting on my body.”
Chris searched his brain for an explanation that would make the truth more palatable to Vin. His silence answered guiltily for him.
“I thought about it after you left. Couldn’t come up with anything to explain it, case or no case, that didn’t sound sexual. I tried, Tarp. I tried to think of any possible meaning to that one, and couldn’t do it. S’why I’m here. Trying to get the truth. You gonna give it?” Vin asked.
Chris huffed. “Probably not anything you’re going to like.”
“I’m awake. What did you have to say?”
“We can talk about this in the morning. Clearer minds, fresh start, all that,” Chris hedged. “And you can rest assured that I won’t lay a hand on you.”
“You got me up. Let’s hear it.”
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. He yanked on the cuffs again. “Seriously?” he asked, holding up his wrists and delaying the inevitable.
When Vin didn’t move or alter his expression in anyway, Chris licked his dry lips one last time before confessing. “I’m gay. As my partner, I though you should know that before we play the happy couple and start making out again.”
“Why is being gay a problem?” Vin asked, flatly.
“Wow. You just aren’t going to make this easy for me, are you?”
“No.”
“Of course not. It wouldn’t be a problem, never has been a problem with any agent I’ve had to team up with for regular cases. This may be my first undercover gig, but it’s not my first partnership. It’s a problem now because I’m way too attracted to you and it pisses me off.”
“Ignore it,” Vin said. His expression shifted thoughtfully.
“I
would
fucking ignore it if you didn’t keep deep-throating my tonsils and walking around like a half-naked god, leaving me with the mother of all hard-ons.
Capisce
?”
“
Capisco
,” Vin answered back that he understood. “You want my ass.”
“It’s a great ass,” Chris agreed, lamely. And he was fairly certain Vin was about to hand him
his
.
“Haven’t seen much of it.”
“Take my word for it.”
Vin leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands at each side of Chris’ chest. “I will.”
“And now you’ll uncuff me?” Chris asked.
“No.” Vin quirked a smile. His cool blue gaze flitted over Chris’ face thoughtfully. “Why did you tell me to stop when I kissed you in front of the house?”
“Have you ever tried tucking your cock and then getting a hard on? Just about fucking killed me.”
“Thought you’d stop me tonight.”
“Wasn’t tucked,” Chris said, his voice hitching. His gaze slid to Vin’s mouth. “Fuck. You going to quit asking me questions anytime soon? It’s the middle of the night, for fuck’s sake.”
“Inhibitions retreat when fatigued.”
“Who are you trying to un-inhibit? Me or you?” Chris asked. The cuffs were becoming a tired addition to the conversation. Vin either needed to let him go or tell him what the fuck he wanted already. Hadn’t he already confessed the worst of it?
As though in slow motion, Vin lowered his head. Chris’ breath caught. Was Vin going to explore his sexuality on the confirmed gay man? He didn’t look to be teasing. Aside from the furry handcuffs anyway.
The heat of Vin’s breath teased Chris’ lips and he relaxed his mouth to take whatever Vin decided to bestow. God, Vin was a fucking wet dream. Faraway, up close, on his damn head, Chris suspected.
Vin sweetly molded their lips together.
Chris groaned, lost in the warm stubbly slide of parted lips on parted lips through heated gasps. Their tongues touched almost timidly before another pillowy testing of their mouths against one another. When Vin finally broke the kiss and sat up, Chris felt almost as light-headed as he had last time, when Vin had all but devoured his mouth.
“Fuck,” Chris whispered. “You’re clearly into torture.”
“You liked that, did you?”
He couldn’t read Vin. What did the kiss hope to accomplish and why the fuck was Vin tormenting him. If he so much as looked at the tented sheet, Vin would know exactly what effect he had on Chris. As though there were any question. It’s not like Chris could reject Vin’s experimentalism.
“Not an
observant
detective, are you?” Chris mocked. His good humor flagged.
Vin’s brows rose. He’d seen that look before. Right before Vin had taken the challenge to kiss him in front of the neighborhood.
Fuck. Note to self: never fucking challenge Vin and think you can save face
.
Vin laid his palm on Chris’ chest. He dragged it down, knocking off the bag of gag gifts and taking the sheet lower. He stopped at his belly. The head of Chris’ cock touched the back of Vin’s hand and left a drop of moisture.
Inscrutable, he stared at Chris for a long time. Chris was in agony to know what he thought, or to break the fucking cuffs and make Vin touch his throbbing cock.
Chris clamped his jaw. He wouldn’t play this game of cat and mouse, waiting for the physical torment just to see what Vin would do next. Chris wasn’t that guy. He made things happen, he didn’t wait for them to happen.
In a show of defiance, he kicked off his sheet, baring himself. They both knew how his body reacted to Vin’s kiss, his touch. Chris lifted his hips, displaying himself unselfconsciously.
“This,” Chris taunted, “is what’s called an erect penis.”
Vin hissed sharply through parted lips.
Chris’ cock dripped pre-cum. Each pulse beat visible in the slight lift and fall of his engorged shaft. Bared and stretched, Chris wanted Vin to use him, satisfy them both.
“Are you going to use it, or memorize it for posterity?” Chris asked.
An enigmatic smile tugged a sexy smile from Vin. His eyes twinkled as they narrowed in some unknown amusement. “Use it?”
His husky voice shot strait to Chris balls. He watched in heady anticipation as Vin finally touched him. His palm rubbed up the underside of Chris cock.
Horror flashed like cold sweat. “Oh shit!” Chris’ balls tightened, sharply. He tried to hold back the tide, but couldn’t. Cum streaked up his cock and spilled in hot spurts over his chest and Vin’s hand. Chris’ stuttered groan punctuated each milky jet.
Vin lifted his hand, looking at the spay that glistened on his fingers. “That was easy.”
“Fuck! No, wait, that never happens. I swear.”
“Be right back,” Vin said. He stood and Chris caught sight of Vin’s cock, jutting forward as he walked away.
“What about you?” Chris asked, twisting in the furry cuffs to reach the enticing rigidity of male flesh. God, he wanted to taste it so bad.
“What
about
me?” he said as though the thought hadn’t occurred to him.
“Where are you going?” Chris yelled so Vin could hear him from the bedroom. Fucking giant had fucking left the fucking room with him still fucking cuffed to the fucking bed.
Vin stepped back into the room and dropped a warm, wet washcloth on Chris’ chest. He wiped him down, then folded up the cloth and tossed it onto the lamp table.
“You can’t leave me cuffed all night,” Chris said.
“You sure?”
“
Vincent
. Don’t fucking leave me cuffed all night, man.”
Vin’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What was that, rookie?”
“You heard me.” Chris hated this game. Who knew the Jolly Green Giant was a cocktease with a sadistic twist?
For a moment Vin stilled, then with a sudden burst of motion, he planted his hands on either side of Chris’ head and kissed him. His hot, muscled body grazed his, turgid cock prodding Chris’ abdomen as he climbed over and dropped down next to him on the bed.
Chris caught Vin’s lip with his teeth, pulling when Vin tried to retreat.
“Ow,” Vin muttered, sounding pissed.
He kissed Chris hard, punishingly, licking against his teeth until Chris couldn’t resist him. It became a dance of dominance with lips, breath and tongues as weapons. Prone, with Vin having leverage and advantage, Chris fought a losing battle. The room spun and his ears rang. His body responded with a familiar ache.
Oh, God, I want him
.
Vin brought him to life. His nerves, his skin awakened in excruciatingly raw newness with passion Chris hadn’t felt for any other lover. Chris wanted to explore him, touch him, taste every last inch.
Damn cuffs have to go
.
Vin combed his fingers through Chris’ hair, trailed over his cheeks. He nipped at Chris’ lips. Harder than playfulness, but not hard enough to hurt, it fired Chris’ blood with desperation. Vin quit tormenting his lips, suddenly dipping to suck his neck, then close his teeth sharply on Chris’ collarbone while he smoothed his hands up his arms.
Curling his fingers, he gently scored Chris’ flesh as he brought them back down and farther to roll unobstructed nipples. Chris bucked. Soul-deep, his groan ripped from him like the waking cry of a dead man.
“I want to touch you,” Chris pleaded on ragged gasps.
Vin laughed, a low rumbling chuckle that made Chris’ cock weep. “I know.”
He ran his hands over Chris’ stretched torso, temporarily turning his ticklish sides into untried sensual zones.
“
Please
.”