"Almost... almost. Now!" Ford's voice broke off in a cry as he came over his fingers.
Andrew moaned at the sight, finally giving over to the sensations wracking through him and coming so hard, his vision darkened. He nearly swayed on the ledge, correcting himself so that if he did topple, he fell onto the roof instead of all those stories down to the ground.
Gasping and breathing deep, he managed to stay upright, feeling buzzed and sticky. There was cum all over his coat, but he didn’t care. He let his eyes drift sluggishly to the other roof, landing on Ford looking blissed out, face a mask of pleased calm, hand still on his dwindling cock, eating up every inch of Andrew he could look at.
Andrew would have blushed if he wasn’t heated and flush from head to toe already. He needed a shower and being out in the open, completely nude save for his shirt, started to creep up on him. “Can I… get dressed now?”
“Go ahead.”
Andrew used his coat to clean up, since it was stained anyway. Eventually, standing at the ledge across from Ford, clothed again but spent, he couldn’t help wishing once more that they were on the same roof.
“So… I get to call the shots again next time?”
Ford hummed at the suggestion, flicking his eyes down Andrew’s body like before. “Looking forward to it.”
“That was…”
Ford raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“Not terrible.”
“You mean, not so bad from someone who gets it wherever they can?”
Andrew cringed. He had been an ass that night, even if he’d felt justified. “I had a bad day. Lately, I’ve had a lot of them. But after this, at least as far as trackers and bugs go, maybe we can call it even?”
“How about a freebie then, since you worked so hard to learn something about our joint quarry today?”
“You know something?”
“Just one thing. They’re not using any fences. Direct to buyer only. So, you can tell your brother not to waste his time.” Ford raised his hand in a swift salute.
“Wait! Whatever happened to that T-shirt and sweats you stole from me?”
“Hmm… we have that ‘next time’, maybe I’ll tell you.” He winked and turned on his heel to go.
Andrew hated that Ford was his competition, but all was indeed fair in… well, notloveand war, but whatever else this was.
Still high on sensations, Andrew turned to look out at the city again, glancing at the stone gargoyle he’d used as his pillow. He patted the side of his trusty sentinel. “This one’s just between us and the city, Bruce.”
“Still hacked into your radio, Andrew.” Ford chuckled.
Andrew blushed and ended the call.
ISAAC
“Dad,thisisit.You’ll love this place. I practically lived off their chicken salad in college.”
Dad.Isaac still loved that more than he could say.
“I was applying theories of absolute zero again today. Thought of you,” Dalton said after they’d ordered at the counter and sat in an out of the way booth. “If harnessed correctly, it’s almost like stopping time. In your line of work, can you imagine—”
“No shop talk,” Isaac said.
“Come on.” Dalton flashed a cheeky grin. “Discussing theory and application doesn’t put me in any danger.”
“It’s a slippery slope. If you’re so interested in how to apply absolute zero to security consulting, Google it.”
Dalton laughed. He was smart, more than enough to make Isaac proud, not that he ever would have needed his son to prove anything to him. Dalton had a degree in thermodynamicengineering, working toward his master’s with plans for a PhD, and a cushy job at Avalon, a local research facility. Isaac had never even finished high school, entirely self-made. He was proud of that too, but he was glad Dalton had experienced something different.
