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He dropped the boots in surprise, then had to move at full speed to catch them. Not knowing whether it was friend or foe outside, he didn’t want the thump of boots hitting the floor to give his presence away. And why the fuck hadn’t he put on clothes before now?
A second knock, and on its heel, a familiar heartbeat.
Icarus took a lurching step toward the door, then froze as a second heartbeat joined Adam’s. He traded the clothes and boots for the gun and inched toward the door. If it was Adam out there, why wasn’t he saying anything like he had last night? Because he wasn’t at liberty to do so? Or because he wasn’t sure if Icarus was? Could this fucking night—correction, morning—be over already?
Shoulder to the door, using his speed, Icarus peeked out the peephole. Adam stood outside, Jennifer beside him. He listened once more, just two heartbeats in the immediate vicinity. Icarus opened the door but still didn’t lower the gun from where it was half-raised at his side. It wouldn’t do any good on the coyote, but thankfully, what Icarus saw with his eyes matched what he’d heard with his ears. Adam and his second were the only two beings in the hallway.
“You alone?” Adam asked.
Icarus opened the door wider. “Not anymore.”
Adam passed his gun to Jenn, then took the one out of Icarus’s hand and passed that one to her too. “Knock if it’s an emergency,” he told her, then, without another word or glance, he stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him.
They reached for each other at the same time, Icarus curling his hands in Adam’s sweater, Adam clasping either side of his neck, drawing him in and slamming their mouths together. Like at the club the other night, Adam kissed with a hunger Icarus was powerless to resist, his own instincts racing to keep up. He splayed his hands on Adam’s chest, pushed him back against the wall, and Adam’s whimper, his satisfied sigh, was the stuff Icarus’s fantasies were made of. He plunged his tongue between Adam’s parted lips, his thigh between his legs, and pressed their bodies close, diving deeper into the rising heat between them. Adam rocked his hips, undulating between Icarus and the wall, grinding all their hard parts together, and another wave of desire crashed over Icarus. Fuck, when was the last time he’d wanted someone this badly? But could he truly have what he wanted? And for how long?
He broke the kiss, drew in a gasping breath he didn’t need, and caught Adam’s hands on their way to the knot of his robe. Lacing their fingers together, he lifted their joined hands to the wall on either side of Adam’s head, forcing a cease-fuck he hoped was fucking brief; he wanted a moment to catch his peace of mind. “What happened?”
Eyes closed, Adam leaned his head back against the wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly, gulping in air he did need. “It’s done.”
“Done?”
“We got Paris out. He’s safe. You’re safe.”
Icarus squeezed the big, callused hands he held pinned to the wall. “And you?”
Righting his head, Adam opened his eyes, and there was a flicker of something in their blue-gray depths, something that caused a prickle at the base of Icarus’s spine, but then it was gone with the next blink, burned away by the rising fire, the inferno blast caused by Adam’s words. “Safe with you.”
Icarus melted, inside and out, consumed by the flames.
FIFTEEN
Icarus erasedthe distance between them, bringing their lips and bodies back together. Releasing Adam’s hands, he slid his own down Adam’s sides to the hem of his sweater and shoved the garment up, exposing the lightly furred torso he’d gotten a glimpse of the other night that he wanted to taste every inch of now.
Adam pushed off the wall, stripped the sweater off over his head, and used the momentum—and Icarus’s admitted distraction with where his lips and hands would land—to walk them further into the apartment, untying Icarus’s robe as they stumbled toward the couch. Adam turned them so he went down first on the cushions, and Icarus eagerly climbed onto his lap like he’d wanted to at Benton’s. He shucked the robe the rest of the way off, then tilted forward, embarking on his quest to taste every inch of Adam’s skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t get the jeans back on,” he said between kisses across Adam’s collarbone.
Adam skirted his hands along Icarus’s thighs, over the lace tops of his nylons and under the garters. “No, baby, this is good.” He nuzzled Icarus’s temple and dropped a kiss there.
The soft gesture made Icarus shiver. He moved on from Adam’s collarbone to his neck, alternating nips and licks with gentle brushes of his lips and nose, returning the intimacy Adam craved, even in the heat of lust. “What do you want?”
One of Adam’s hands crept higher. “Everything.” Skirted Icarus’s groin before palming his cock. “Anything.” Icarus groaned and rocked into the tempting touch, the lace adding a dizzying degree of friction. Adam’s lips brushed his ear, his breath as hot as his plea. “As long as this is inside me.”
Fuck yes, Icarus wanted that. But he wanted to, needed to make this good for Adam too. Something inside him demanded it, as did Adam’s dry spell leading up to now. Icarus needed to be careful with him, which meant he had to slow this down.
“We’ll get there. I promise.” He levered upright. “Are you inoculated?”
“I am. Annual vaccine package.”
“Same,” Icarus said with a nod. “Debatable if I need it, but that whole nurse thing. For the safety of my clients.” He reached past Adam for the satchel he’d left on the back of the couch. “All right, then, you’re going to help me get this on.”
Adam eyed the bag hungrily even as he asked, “Do you need that?”
Icarus climbed off his lap, but only far enough to slide to the plush rug on the floor, tugging Adam along by the hand and the promise of what lay ahead, including himself, splayed out on his back on the rug. “I do if I’m going to make this good for you too.” As Adam knelt between his legs, Icarus fished out the cock ring. His fingers brushed the massager and the remote, which gave him another idea. Another way to repay the trust Adam had shown him earlier by giving him his gun and being with him now. “And to give you control.” And just that thought was making him harder. He handed the ring and lube to Adam. “You need to get this on me now while we still can.”
Adam’s grin was devilish, and it only continued to widen, to darken deliciously with heat and lust, as he unhooked the garters and peeled the jockstrap down Icarus’s legs at a maddeningly slow speed, kissing the inside of his thigh, his knee, his ankle as he went. Then he kissed back up the other leg as he reattached the garters and spread Icarus’s thighs with his hands, making room so he could bury his nose in Icarus’s groin, breath hot against Icarus’s sack and cock, lips so fucking close.
And Icarus was going to be too if Adam didn’t get a move on. “Now, Adam.”
Smiling, Adam mercifully retreated, rising onto his knees and lubing up the cock ring. He eased the ring around the base of Icarus’s dick and balls before clamping it closed.
