Spark & Blaze (A Guns & Hoses Novel) (17 page)

He had never checked out men before and knew it was because of Brett that he was doing so now. Of course, everything he noticed and catalogued about the two officers attractiveness paled in comparison to Brett. Then again, Evan was sure any man he inspected in the future would pale in comparison to his man.

“What?” Brett asked.

He thought he knew why Evan was giving him the evil eye so he loosened his hold on the man’s waist so Evan could make his escape. Brett was surprised when Evan didn’t immediately stand and put some distance between them. If their roles were reversed, Brett was sure he wouldn’t still be sitting on Evan’s lap in front of two strangers. Just because he was now standing on the other side of the closet he hid in at work, didn’t mean he was overly comfortable in his own skin yet; at least not unless he was in a gay bar.

“Would you like some coffee, detectives?” Evan offered and almost hoped they’d decline so he could stay comfortably seated on Brett’s lap.

“That’s very kind of you to offer,” Detective Goldstein acknowledged. “We won’t turn down a cup since I’m sure we’ll be here for a bit getting information from you regarding that.” Goldstein pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the front of the house, but more specifically, where Brett’s car was parked at the curb.

Evan wiggled off Brett’s lap and Brett had to resist the urge to moan and pull the man back down. Where the sudden jolt of comfortableness for PDA that he hadn’t felt a moment before was coming from, he had no idea. What he did know was that it felt right and he was barely controlling his desire to wrap Evan up in his arms and hide them both away until Evan was safe from his sudden stalker. The damage to his car could be fixed, but the thought of anything happening to Evan made Brett’s blood run cold.

Tig and Flame stayed while Goldstein and Silverstone collected information from both of them. By the time the detectives had asked their questions, and taken their statements, Brett felt ill. Hearing Evan read the fucked up text messages to the detectives made him nauseous.

Individually, the text messages could easily be dismissed just as Evan had done. It wasn’t until the last text message that clearly was more aggressive than the others and mentioned how Brett didn’t deserve to comfort Evan, that Brett felt the first tendrils of fear for his new lover. The person who was stalking Evan was obviously and
actually
fucking watching his man.

The detectives thought as much when they ran through a list of things Evan should and shouldn’t do until this whack job was caught. Still, the ‘do’s and don’ts’ didn’t make Brett feel any better about the situation even if the cops taking the whole damn thing seriously did.

It was likely their level of seriousness that had Brett feeling like he was going to panic. Only this time his panic had nothing to do with a fucking closet door and instead everything to do with the potential danger some psycho presented to the man who somehow, in such a short time, managed to pull Brett’s heartstrings.

“That’s all we need for now.” Silverstone smiled in what Brett was sure was meant to be reassuring.

“We’re going to have your car impounded to check for prints, Mr. Malone,” Goldstein informed them. “Chances are, we’ll be able to pull a few since there is no way in hell anyone could have centered that message on your hood without climbing up on it.”

The detective stood and a sudden wave of exhaustion hit Brett. He knew if he was feeling drained then Evan must feel beyond wrung out.

“If you get any more text messages, don’t delete them. Even though the numbers are always different which indicates the person is using disposable phones, doesn’t mean we don’t need a record of them,” Silverstone advised. “And I can’t stress this enough, if at any point your gut tells you something is off, something isn’t right, get somewhere public. A store, a bar, even a public bus.”

Silverstone may have said the words and given the advice to Evan on what to do if he didn’t feel safe, but it was Goldstein’s intense glare that made the words sink in and take root.

“We’ll be in touch as soon as your car is processed. It’ll likely be a few days,” Goldstein informed Brett as they shook hands.

“Thank you.” Evan shook both detectives hands and let Tig walked them out.

He could hear Tig talking to the detectives, but he couldn’t make out what Flame’s boyfriend was saying. His head was spinning from everything that the detectives asked and from what they said. The realization that a few weird text messages, and a downright creepy one, plus the damage to Brett’s car, hit Evan all at once.

Oh God! That message!

Evan never felt himself wobble or sway until he felt two sets of large hands on him. His first instinct was to lash out in order to get away and that was exactly what he did.

“Whoa, whoa,” Flame’s voice barely registered to Evan’s ears.

“I got him.”

Brett.

“Baby, you’re okay.”

Brett wrapped his arms around Evan who was suddenly trying to fight his way free from his and Flame’s attempt to get Evan into a chair before he hit the floor.

“I got you, baby.” Brett trapped Evan’s arms between their chests. “You’re safe, rookie. Flame and I got your back.” Evan’s eyes were still wild and unseeing. “No one will hurt you, Evan. I won’t let them.”

Hearing his name, hearing
Brett
say his name, stilled Evan. It stilled his body and stilled the sudden panic that flooded his mind over someone stalking him. His arms that were trapped against Brett’s chest shifted just enough so he could clutch the material of his lover’s shirt in his fists. He buried his head against the muscular warmth and embarrassment over his freak out and for the comfort his lover made him feel.

“You’re okay, baby,” Brett repeated when he felt Evan cling to him.

He watched Flame intercept Tig when the man attempted to return to the kitchen. Brett gave a nod of thanks to both men before they retreated to the living room.

Brett’s arms felt so good wrapped around him. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that made Evan feel protected and safe. Those feelings only lasted for a few minutes; long enough for Evan’s panic to subside before he was bombarded by guilt.

“Oh God, your car,” Evan mumbled into Brett’s chest.

“What did I tell you about giving me a God complex?” Brett kept his tone light in an effort to make Evan relax. It worked because Brett felt his man chuckle before he lifted his head and spoke.

“Fuck you.” Evan managed a weak grin, but Brett’s attempt to make him feel less guilty barely worked.

“You did that already.” Brett smiled down at Evan and added, “I think you need to do it again.”

Evan groaned and buried his face back into Brett’s chest. He knew what his lover was trying to do and he appreciated the effort.

“How can you even think about sex after the last few hours and all the sudden bullshit baggage I am hauling around?”

“You’re in my arms. How could I not be thinking about how good you felt last night?” Brett whispered against the top of Evan’s head.

“But your car,” Evan said when he pulled back to look into Brett’s chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s just a car,” Brett replied and meant every word.

Right now he didn’t give a shit about his car, about his baby. All he cared about was the man in his arms and easing the fear and guilt he saw shining within Evan’s gorgeous eyes.

“But...”

Brett didn’t let him finish before he felt Brett’s lips crash against his. Evan didn’t hesitate to open to the wet heat of Brett’s mouth. The kiss was almost laced with desperation, but Evan knew it was more than that. He felt Brett’s every intention to keep him safe along with a hunger that screamed Brett was claiming him, owning him, and wasn’t about to let him go. At. All.

“Fuck,” Evan hissed when their mouths parted and Brett began to nibble and bite along his jaw.

Brett’s mouth wasn’t the only thing that couldn’t seem to get enough of his skin. Large hands burrowed under his shirt and down into the back of his jeans. Evan groaned when he tilted his head back to give Brett more access to his throat at the same time he pushed his ass into the large hand that had wormed its way down far enough to cup his ass cheek. Evan’s cock was achingly hard and he lifted a knee to Brett’s hips to push his groin closer for the friction he sought.

The noises Evan was making spurred Brett on. When he felt Evan’s leg hitch up to his hip, he lowered the hand that had been wrapped around Evan’s waist to under Evan’s thigh in order to pull the man closer. The position aligned his jean covered throbbing cock up deliciously with the underside of Evan’s encased balls. But, his erection and the friction he wanted to feel was barely a thought in his mind.

His sole focus was on Evan. Making him relax. Brett knew the best method for Evan to relax would be blowing all of his stress out the head of his cock. Brett was so focused on holding Evan’s leg up against his hip and tasting the man’s skin, both of which were eliciting the most sensuous noises from Evan’s throat that Brett had ever heard; that he wasn’t even conscious of what his other hand was doing down the back of Evan’s pants.

It wasn’t until he felt Evan push his ass back into his hand that Brett realized his finger was gently rubbing Evan’s entrance. That realization made Brett remove his hand from Evan’s pants and raise his head from Evan’s throat.

“Why did you stop?” Evan panted and looked up at Brett when his man pulled away.

“I... You...”

“It felt good.” Evan nipped Brett’s chin before his lover pulled back away from his mouth. “You make me feel good.”

“Yeah, but...”

“I trust you.” Evan leaned forward again and dragged his lips along the underside of Brett’s jaw. The moan his actions elicited made Evan grin against the sweaty, stubble covered skin of his lover.

“I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like something,” Evan whispered just beneath Brett’s ear at the same time he grasped Brett’s wrist to move his hand back to the waist of his jeans at the small of his back.

“Oh God,” Brett muttered.

“That’s my line,” Evan chuckled in a tone so husky that Brett couldn’t resist devouring the man’s mouth again.

Chapter Fifteen

Ho
w
they made it down the hall to Evan’s bedroom or where the hell Flame and Tig had disappeared to, neither of them knew nor cared. They were too absorbed, shit, too worked up to spare any thoughts about friends or the physics of moving from the kitchen to the bedroom. In fact, how they were both now naked in the middle of Evan’s queen-size bed was another mystery that neither man had the brain cells to even contemplate.

Evan was enthralled by every piece of Brett’s flesh that touched him. From the muscles he could feel of Brett’s chest and legs that pressed against his side to the slight sharpness of Brett’s hipbone, knee, and ankle that pushed against him. Not to mention his lover’s hands that continually roamed over his body. His cock ached, but every touch from Brett was just as stimulating as if the man’s large hand was stroking him.

Brett never imagined a lover could be so riveted, so fucking turned on, by his touch. It seemed that no matter where Brett touched or kissed, Evan managed to press into their connection. He was almost as high by Evan’s reactions to his touches as Evan was by being touched.

A harsh gasp from his lover focused Brett on what he was doing. That brought his attention to where his hand had once again wandered on its own accord. Brett was knuckled deep inside Evan and he froze when he realized it, but his panicked stillness didn’t last more than a second before he started to extract his hand from beneath Evan’s balls. His movement was thwarted when Evan slammed his thighs together, so tight that Brett feared his hand would end up fractured.

“Relax,” Brett panted against Evan’s lips and tried to extract his hand from between Evan’s now taut muscular thighs.

Evan felt Brett. Felt him in ways he never expected he could enjoy. Shit, enjoy was too passive of a word for how good Brett’s finger felt in his ass.

The moment Brett realized what he was doing was more than evident when the man tried to pull away. That was the last thing Evan wanted and his body reacted without thought. Still, by the time he clamped his thighs together, Brett’s finger was no longer causing the mind blowing sensations in his ass. Though, that didn’t mean he was about to let Brett move his hand away. Fuck no. He wanted to feel that finger back inside of him as much as he needed to breathe.

“Let my hand go, babe.”

“No,” Evan exhaled against Brett’s sweaty neck. “I want to feel that again.” He felt Brett pause against him so he quickly continued. “If I let your hand go, you won’t touch me like that again.”

Brett grunted, stopped trying to pull his hand loose from the vice grip Evan’s legs had it trapped in, and tried not to cum all over his lover’s hip.

“Shit,” Brett huffed and couldn’t stop himself from grinding his throbbing cock into Evan’s side. “Loosen up,” Brett moved his hand from side to side against the constricting pressure of Evan’s thighs.

Evan did as Brett requested and was relieved to feel the blunt tip of his lover’s finger teasing his hole again. He moaned at the sensation caused by the circular rubbing Brett was doing.

Brett groaned again at the noise Evan made. His lover was pushing his ass down to feel more of Brett’s finger that was teasing his hole. He knew how that desperation to feel more felt. Brett also knew that more than a knuckle without lube could be more painful than pleasurable. The dizzying arousal, the almost mindless arousal, Brett felt to get off took a backseat now that Evan not only was trying to ride his finger, but practically begging Brett to give him more.

Lube. Need fucking lube.
Brett thought and pulled away from Evan’s mouth that was sucking and biting on his chest.

Evan tensed his thighs more and blindly grasped to stop Brett from moving away. No thought entered his mind that Brett was pulling away because of what he said. Shit, no thought other than losing the heat and hardness of his lover’s body moving away made him reach out.

“Need lube,” Brett reassured Evan. Not only that he wasn’t pulling away permanently, but that he wasn’t going to deny his lover’s request to feel more of his fingers.

Brett had to stretch to reach the drawer and retrieved the Swiss Navy because Evan’s thighs still clamped down painfully around his wrist. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he resumed pressing his body against Evan’s and the pressure on his wrist lessened.

“I want to feel more,” Evan practically begged.

“Give me my hand,” Brett requested because unless Evan released his hand, there was no way in hell he could get the needed lube on his fingers. “C’mon babe.” Brett leaned down and kissed Evan deeply. “Let me give you what you want.”

Evan was so far beyond aroused, beyond fucking needy for something, he couldn’t even describe and it took almost all of his concentration to relax his thighs. He was only vaguely aware of the cool lube as Brett dripped it between his balls and his lover’s hand.

Brett could see a struggle in Evan’s pale gray gaze, but it wasn’t the struggle of nervousness or uncertainty. No, it was a struggle that was trying to find an explanation for a need he had never experienced before. He leaned in and kissed Evan again. The kiss was full of hunger, want, and need.

Every touch and emotion they were both being overwhelmed with made Brett’s ass feel the need to be filled. However, Brett ignored how much he just wanted to climb on top of Evan and ride him. Hard. Fast. Rough and dirty. He preferred to bottom, but that didn’t mean he had never topped before. So even though he would rather ride Evan until neither of them could speak or see straight, that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to feed the hunger Evan must be feeling. It was a hunger Brett was well acquainted with.

“Oh God,” Evan hissed when he felt Brett’s finger breach the second tight muscle in his ass.

He ignored his lover’s chuckle and instead pushed his ass down toward the palm that was cupping his balls. The feeling was intense. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as Evan expected it would. Hell no. It felt incredible and he wanted more, but the palm of Brett’s hand was preventing him from getting what he wanted. He couldn’t push his hips down any further and growled at the restraint Brett’s palm applied.

“Fuck,” Evan cursed and arched his back into Brett’s chest.

Brett heard the desperation in Evan’s voice and felt every inch of skin that rubbed against him. He loosened up the counter resistance he was applying against Evan’s balls and allowed his lover to push down enough to take his entire finger. Evan didn’t pause when Brett’s finger slipped fully inside of him and the look on Evan’s face was so full of pleasure that Brett had to bite his lip to cause a distraction so he didn’t explode all over them both.

Even if Evan didn’t look like he might be seeing God behind his closed lids, the hot tightness, the insistent downward grinding of Evan’s hips to feel more, and the erotic as fuck noises his lover was making were almost too much for Brett.

“More,” Evan managed to pant out.

How he managed to form the word, he had no clue. Just like he had no clue when he grasped Brett’s arm to try and force his lover to give him more of the sensation that was driving him insane with lust.

Evan pushed down hard again, so hard that Brett’s finger easily slid further into his hot tight channel. Brett didn’t even need to move his hand to finger fuck his lover. Evan was doing all the work while they lustfully kissed and sucked on each other’s lips, neck, and chest.

Both of their cocks leaked copiously, but Brett wouldn’t change their position to get more friction if his life depended upon it. He was perfectly content to grind against Evan’s hip and he was sure his lover had no idea he was fucking nothing but air.

Evan thrust down harshly again and squealed, literally fucking squealed like a pig, when Brett hit something inside of him. Whatever the hell he had forced Brett to touch caused a weird pain laced pleasure sensation to flood his body. Not only flood his body, but shoot straight to his balls and cause them to tighten up almost painfully. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying to experience the sensation again. It was just that good.

Brett knew the moment his finger caressed Evan’s prostate. He hadn’t been searching for the tight bundle of nerves that would make Evan see stars, but Evan moved his body to make Brett stroke his most intimate spot all on his own. The sound that escaped Evan’s lips when he hit that spot had Brett gritting his teeth in an effort not to cum. That attempt to hold back was for naught because Evan thrust his hips down again and Brett felt his finger hit that bundle of nerves. Almost the moment Brett felt Evan’s prostate, his lover was cumming. Beautiful white streams jetted out to cover Evan’s toned abs and chest.

Brett was cumming right along with him because the ass clenching around his finger, the sight of Evan in the midst of a blissful orgasm, and the sounds his lover was making were more than Brett’s aching balls could resist in order not to explode.

“Holy mother fucking mother of God.”

Brett snickered against the side of Evan’s neck. Somehow the thought that he had been promoted to the mother of God was extremely amusing. His amusement was still blatantly present when he lifted his head and looked down into Evan’s pale gray blissed out eyes.

Evan smiled lazily up at Brett. The mocha eyes that looked down at him were full of amusement and made him smile. He now thought he knew what the appeal of having a cock in an ass was all about even if he wasn’t ready to go that far yet. Whether he was ready for that or not, it didn’t stop the next words he spoke.

“Fuck, if a finger feels that good, a cock must feel incredible.”

Brett couldn’t help but laugh at how blasé Evan was about having anything up his ass. His lover was admittedly straight less than twenty-four hours ago so Brett was surprised at how accepting Evan was about being penetrated. Not only penetrated, but enjoying it and apparently considering being fucked.

“That what you want?” Brett’s mouth spoke the words before his brain had time to intervene.

Evan could instantly tell that Brett had not meant to ask him the question. He didn’t get the impression that Brett wasn’t willing if he wanted to experiment. No, he had the impression that Brett was worried. Whether that worry was because Brett admitted he was a bottom or because Brett was worried he might be doing something just for the sake of pleasing Brett, Evan didn’t know. Still, he replied as neutrally as he could.

“Maybe someday.”

Brett chuckled. “Someday, huh?”

“Yeah,” Evan said lightly before turning serious. “Unless you don’t want to go there?”

Brett couldn’t get a read on Evan. He knew the guy had enjoyed what they had just done. He also knew that Evan was more than likely curious about how a hard cock would feel rubbing against the spot that his finger sent him to see stars.

He didn’t have any problem topping, but Brett knew it was way too soon for his previously straight boyfriend to be going there. A finger, or two which they hadn’t even gotten to yet, was way different than a cock that was a few inches wide.

Shit, almost four inches,
Brett thought about his own size.

“I don’t have a problem
going there
,” Brett smiled down at his lover. “I know what it’s like to need to scratch that itch.”

“Oh God,” Evan replied because that was the perfect description of how he felt. He had an itch deep inside that needed to be scratched. An itch that wasn’t scratched until Brett’s finger actually
scratched
his
itch
.

Brett laughed again. He couldn’t help himself. “That again?”

“Fuck you.” Evan bit his lip around his chuckle because he knew exactly what Brett’s reply would be.

That knowing was enough to make his cock twitch. Thankfully, Brett rolled away and off the bed.

“Uh huh.” Brett smiled. “Get up and get dressed.” Brett ducked into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth and tossed it at Evan before he began throwing on clothes. “We might still have company.”

Oh shit.
Evan blushed and knew he was the color of a strawberry when he scrambled off the bed in search of his clothes.

How he could ever forget Flame and Tig were in his living room he didn’t know. Well, he didn’t know until he looked at Brett. The sight of Brett could make him forget his mother’s name, so suddenly he didn’t feel so bad about their co-workers who still might be in his house.

Dressed and ready to face the sudden nightmare of his life, Evan followed Brett downstairs. The first thing he noticed was a note taped to the middle of his front door.

Call us when you’re ready for a ride to get your truck. Or call us if you both need a ride to work tomorrow ;o)

There was no doubt that Flame left the note. It was too playful for Tig and when Evan pulled it off his door and commented, Brett knew he was right.

“We should call Flame.”

“Or we could just get a cab.”

Brett’s suggestion made Evan question what he thought Brett’s behavior earlier in front of Flame and Tig really meant. He thought Brett was comfortable around their co-worker and his boyfriend when Brett refused to let him off his lap. Maybe he was wrong. If Brett was still struggling with his closet issues at work, Evan was okay with dealing with that.