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Wyatt studied Zach's sharp profile, taking in the satisfied smirk on his lips. Over the past few months, they'd become partners — both in crime and in life. Zach had gone from a broken boy to a confident young man who could handle himself. Wyatt's chest swelled with pride.
And from the way that Zach's eyes darted over to look at him, the feeling was mutual.
"Eyes on the road, kid," Wyatt rumbled. "You can ogle me later."
Zach shot him a wicked glance. "Is that a promise, old man?"
Wyatt growled playfully. "Just drive, brat."
Zach's laughter rang out as they sped off into the night, leaving the night's work far behind.
Wyatt's pulse still pounded with post-hit adrenaline when Zach pulled the car to a stop in the woods. It was a point they both knew well by now, a secluded trail a short drive out of the city.
Out here, they were alone, finally free of all the shit that went on in the city.
Zach turned to Wyatt with a sly smile, his dark eyes glinting. "So, old man, how about you show me how they did it back in the stone age."
Wyatt growled, desire stirring hot and urgent inside him. After a job well done, he always got riled up. Zach knew exactly how to push his buttons.
In a flash, Wyatt had Zach by the shirt, hauling him bodily from the car. Zach let out a delighted laugh as Wyatt pulled him out of the car and bent him over the hood, the metal pressing against his chest. Wyatt ground his hard bulge against Zach's tight ass, eliciting a needy moan from the younger man.
Zach's laughter turned to a gasp of desire as Wyatt leaned over him, breath hot on his neck, stubble scraping deliciously on his skin. "You little brat," Wyatt growled against Zach's ear, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll show youold."
Zach pushed back against him teasingly. "Yeah? Gonna spank me for being mouthy, daddy?"
Arousal surged through Wyatt's veins. He fumbled Zach's jeans open, tugging them down just enough to expose his ass. Wyatt gave him a firm smack, leaving a red handprint blooming on that pale skin. Zach moaned, writhing against the car.
"That what you want, baby?" Wyatt rasped, freeing his aching cock. "Want me to remind you who's in charge?"
"Fuck yes," Zach panted, bracing himself on the hood.
Zach didn't like being handled with care. After months together, Wyatt had learned to navigate around what was too much for him, tracing the edges of the fractures that ran deep inside him. Being treated like a precious thing only made Zach put his hackles up, oversensitive and wary of being pitied.
Instead, Wyatt had found his own ways to make Zach feel good.
Zach was still slick with come from their pre-mission fuck, Wyatt filling him before he went off to murder a man. He didn't need any preparation. Wyatt thrust home with a primal groan, filling Zach in one smooth stroke. Zach cried out, back arching as Wyatt started pounding into him, his thick cock stretching Zach open.
Up here away from everything, deep in the woods that overlooked the city, Wyatt could let loose, fucking Zach with animal abandon under the open night sky. Zach moaned and begged for more as Wyatt pounded into him over and over, the car rocking with the force of his rough thrusts. Wyatt gripped Zach's hips hard enough to leave bruises, using the leverage to fuck Zach even harder, growling filthy praise with every slap of skin.
Zach egged him on with breathless curses and pleas for more, taking everything Wyatt gave him. "Fuck yeah, give it to me hard," he panted, his fingers clawing at Wyatt's arms. Each brutal thrust punched a loud moan from Zach's lips, his body shuddering with the intense mix of pleasure and pain. He spread his legs wider and arched his back, shameless in his demands for Wyatt to ravage him completely. "Wyatt—!"
Wyatt was only too happy to oblige, growling as he redoubled his efforts, his thick cock slamming into Zach again and again. He slapped Zach's ass with a sharp crack, making him hiss in pleasure and pain.
Yeah, it may have been a fucked-up way to show affection — but it worked for them.
When they finally came, it was with ragged cries that echoed across the empty overlook. Zach arched off the hood of the car, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he shot hot and hard, his thighs shaking. Wyatt followed seconds later with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he filled Zach with his release.
Panting, Wyatt gathered Zach close, their bodies heaving against each other as they caught their breath. Wyatt nuzzled into Zach's sweat-damp hair, pressing a kiss to his temple, a surprising tenderness in the aftermath of their rough fucking.Love you, brat.
Zach tilted his face up for a lazy kiss, his grin satisfied and smug.You too, old man.
