Meet Me in the Men's Room (Common Law Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Meet Me in the Men’s Room
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,860
Summary: Even when Travis does something wrong – bordering on illegal even – Wes still can’t resist him.
Author’s Note: A simple prompt of – "If the cops didn’t see it, I didn’t do it!" --George Carlin – got completely, utterly out of hand. And resulted in a bunch of pure PWP. Enjoy?
He patted the suspect on the shoulder, sliding his fingers down along his arm and smoothing down and across his back. Travis lifted his hands from the man’s jacket, shoving them into his own pockets. “I guess he’s clean, Wes.”
The blond frowned. “That’s unfortunate,” he muttered. “I guess we have to let you go now, don’t we?”
A uniformed officer entered the interrogation room and removed the cuffs from his wrists before escorting him out. The two detectives watched as he left, each feeling bereft at the loss of their only possible perpetrator. When the door had closed securely behind them, Travis broke into an irrepressible grin.
“What’s so damn funny, Marks?” Wes was frustrated and had no time for his partner’s silliness.
“He’s a liar,” Travis replied, not really answering the question. “See?” Holding up the suspect’s wallet, he grinned again, broader and brighter than he had before.
“TRAVIS!” Wes raked his fingers through his short, golden hair. “You pickpocketed our suspect!”
“Man, if the cops didn’t see it, I didn’t do it.” He tossed the wallet onto the table and shook his head.
“Do you not realize that we are the cops?” Wes threw his hands into the air and paced the interrogation room. “Really Travis?”
“Hey, he said he didn’t have the picture on him, that it was in his wallet, but who goes anywhere without one on them? You can’t buy a Big Gulp without showing your ID.”
“You do know that this makes the evidence inadmissible, right? Because you obtained it illegally.” Wes sighed. “I guess that it does mean we’re moving in the right direction at least.”
“I told you I knew what I was doing, man. But you never believe me.” Travis sat on the corner of the table, watching. His fingers tapped a happy pattern on the tabletop.
“What you’re doing is breaking the law,” Wes reminded him, taking a seat beside him on the table. “Before long, you’re going to be in my cuffs instead of the bad guy.”
Travis’ grin became brilliant in its intensity. “Yeah, baby, now you’re talkin’. Cuff me and use me. You know what I like.”
Wes flushed. “Not here, you ass.” Sliding off the table he resumed pacing. Nervously, he rubbed his hands up and down his cheeks, nervously stealing glances at the video camera in the corner of the room.
“They’re off,” Travis stated, reading his mind via his actions. “They’ve been off since the perp left.”
Sighing, Wes shook his head. “You make me crazy.”
“Hey, you’re the one who said you were going to cuff me, remember? You know how that kinky shit turns me on.”
Travis was absolutely shameless in his desires and it made Wes’ cock ache when he turned the dial to ten. The blond gave him the stink-eye, trying to hide his interest. “Remind me why I ever agreed to sleep with you in the first place?”
“Because I’m cute and irresistible.” He added a smile for good measure.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he snorted.
The truth was, he’d come looking for Travis one day and found him leaving the showers in the station’s locker room. Just one eyeful of all that long, lean muscle covered in warm, milk chocolate skin was all it took. And that was long before he got a look at the delicious piece of muscle resting between his legs. He’d gotten caught looking and with Travis being Travis, he’d been given an offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Then tell me,” Travis teased. “Why did you start sleeping with me, baby?”
“Because you’re fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, moving within Travis’ reach. “And because you offered me a taste of something I’d been craving for a long time. Seeing you in all your glory made me realize how badly I’d wanted you.”
“And now?” He took hold of Wes’ suit jacket and pulled him so that their bodies were mere inches apart. “What will your reasons be for screwing me later tonight?”
Wes caught his lower lip between his teeth, organizing his thoughts. “Tonight?” He shook his head, an embarrassed grin resting on his mouth. “I’m not sure I can wait that long. Why do these interrogation rooms have to have so many windows?”
Travis looked around the room, nodding. “I say we go for it.”
“What the hell? Travis, no.” Wes struggled to remove himself from his partner’s grasp, finding Travis’ grip had only tightened on his wrists.
Although, he had to admit, he was tempted. He pictured Travis sprawled on the table, legs spread, wearing nothing but that sexy as hell smile as they took their pleasure with one another. Wes bet a crowd would gather, too, since the precinct was full of weirdoes and perverts, most of which worked for the LAPD. Kate and Amy would probably be front and center, those two were their biggest cheerleaders after all. Not that they knew for certain what was going on, but they knew what they wished was going on and for them, that was enough.
“You never let me have any fun,” Travis pouted.
Looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, Wes leaned in and whispered in his lover’s ear. “We’re too exposed here and, as good as the sex is between us, it’s not worth losing our jobs over, is it?” Travis shook his head and Wes continued. “Didn’t think so. Meet me in the men’s room in the basement in ten minutes.”
Travis’ smile brushed his cheek. “Anything you say, baby.”
Wes pressed a quick kiss to Travis’ neck before backing away. “See you in ten.”
Grinning, Travis stood. “No more than ten, blondie.”
He watched his handsome lover leave the room and glanced at his watch. Ten minutes, he thought. That was eight minutes too long. Nine minutes later, he opened the interrogation room and exited, looking both ways as he turned towards the elevators.
“Mitchell,” Captain Sutton said, catching his attention when he was mere feet from the elevators.
Damnit. “Yes, Cap?”
“I hear you couldn’t hold the perp,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t sweat it, you’re on the right track and I know you two will nail him soon.”
“Thanks, Captain,” he said, resuming his walk to the elevators.
“Oh and Mitchell?”
What now? “Yes?”
“Lock the door.”
“What?” He turned and stared at the captain, wondering if the therapy had finally gotten to him and made him crazy.
“I said ‘lock the door’.” He rubbed a hand across his chin, smirking. “You and Marks don’t want to get caught, do you?”
Wes stared, mouth half open in denial. “How?”
“It’s written all over your face, Wes,” the cap said, not slowing as he walked away. “Not to mention there are cameras down there. It won’t be the first time someone’s seen you two sneaking into that unused restroom for a nooner.”
He was speechless.
“Lock the door,” Sutton repeated. “And then get back on the case. You’d be amazed how well a quickie can clear your head.”
What the fuck just happened here? As much as he wished he had time to figure it out, he was already late and he considered punctuality one of his strong suits. Travis would never let him forget the one time he wasn’t on time. The elevator opened and he stepped inside, grabbing his phone out of his pocket.
Running late – got stopped by the Cap.
Travis’ reply brought a smile to his face and an ache to his groin.
Goody. You’re late so you lose. You know what that means, right?
He was afraid Travis was going to go there. I know, I do. I’m right outside.
Wes stopped with his hand against the bathroom door. As much as he hated giving up control, Travis was right. He’d not held up his end of the bargain, although it wasn’t his fault this time. Instead of giving Travis crap and insisting they do this his way, he figured he’d swallow his pride and accept his fate. Taking a deep breath, he entered the restroom and found Travis leaning against a sink, watching him.
“You ready?” Travis raised an eyebrow in question.
“You have no idea,” Wes said, locking the door behind him. Reaching for his belt buckle, he realized that he needed to give in more than he needed to be in control. “And you’re right. I’m late. What’s my punishment?”
Travis gave his partner a once over that lingered longer than it should have, even in private. “I guess that all depends on what you’re up for.”
Wes looked over his shoulder. “Here? Not much outside a quick fuck. Once we get out of here? I’m game for whatever your twisted little mind can come up with.” He looked over his shoulder again. “Besides, Sutton knows.”
“What?” Travis looked at the locked entrance the restroom, following Wes’ nervous lead. “How did he find out?”
Shrugging, Wes held his hands out. “I don’t know, but he said something about there being cameras down here.”
Laughter erupted out of Travis. “Oh shit. I bet he caught us that afternoon we didn’t quite make it inside before I got my hands into your pants.”
“Oh god,” Wes moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I forgot about that.”
“It was good though, wasn’t it?”
“Hell yes,” he agreed.
And it had been. It had been so good, in fact, they’d garnered the attention of the medical examiner, Jonelle. She’d pounded on the locked door, demanding to know if someone was dying inside. That had not been their finest hour, but damn the sex had been fabulous.
Jonelle hadn’t blown their cover, either, which had surprised them both. Wes thought she liked having this little secret to hold over their heads, saving it for when she needed a favor. Travis was of a mind that she shipped them, whatever in the hell that even meant, and that she enjoyed watching them sneak around and not get caught.
“Sutton’s going to push paperwork on us,” Travis stated, popping the button on Wes’ dress slacks and sliding the zipper down.
“We’re not in a relationship though,” Wes reminded him. “It doesn’t pertain to us in that sense.”
Travis nipped at his neck, careful not to leave a mark. “We could be, if you were open to it.”
He leaned into Travis’ hand, rubbing his aching cock against his partner. “Is this really the time to discuss that?”
Leaning in, he pressed his mouth against the blond’s, sliding his tongue briefly between his lips. “Mmm, maybe not,” he eventually agreed. “Later. After dinner tonight.”
“I can live with that,” Wes said, allowing himself to be backed up against the bathroom counter.
“Happy to hear it,” Travis murmured, trailing his lips along the length of Wes’ neck. “Because right now, you owe me a little something.”
Tracing his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, Wes pushed his pants off his hips and allowed them to the floor. “I do believe you’re right.”
Travis took hold of Wes’ hips, turning him so he faced the counter holding the sinks. Their eyes met in the mirror, lingering for a moment before breaking away. Gripping the countertop tightly, Wes reached his hips out, brushing his ass against Travis’ swelling cock. The solid line of need pressing back against him was all he needed to give in to temptation. “Are you about ready,” he moaned.
“Almost baby,” he replied, reaching under the countertop and retrieving the tube of lube they’d stashed there after their first rendezvous several months ago. Squeezing a portion out onto his fingers, he coated his anxious length with it.
“Even if we had all the time in the world,” Wes begged, knowing that they really didn’t have much time at all, “I couldn’t wait.”
Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Travis pressed the head of his cock against Wes’ backside, taunting him and testing his patience. A pathetic whimper of need escaped him, eliciting a dirty chuckle from his lover. He hated that Marks knew he had no self-control in moments like this. Or with a man like him. But facts were facts and the truth of the matter was he hadn’t ever needed anyone like he needed Travis right that second.
“Damn you, Marks, stop tormenting me.”
Travis complied. With a sharp thrust, he slid inside Wes, filling him and prying a gasp of surprise from his perfect lips. “Now there’s my boy,” Travis preened. “Just how I like you. Needy.”
Wes canted his ass backwards, taking more of Travis into him, working himself against the only thing likely to bring him any semblance of relief. Marks’ grip on his hips tightened, slowing his frantic rhythm, guiding him into a more sedate pace.
“Marks, no,” he begged. “I need it.”
“Don’t I know it,” Travis agreed, slapping his hips against the blond’s white ass quickly, “but I’m not about to lose you so soon after we started.”
He had a love/hate relationship with Travis’ need for sexual dominance. He loved – craved – the way that his partner took control. Grabbing him, rolling him onto his back, mounting him and making him overflow with desire and release. But he hated – absolutely abhorred – the way Travis denied him release when he wanted it so, so badly. Even knowing that the orgasm building would be a million times more satisfying if only held on a few more minutes, he was still pissed that he had to fucking wait. Travis always, always made it worth his while, however, drawing the pleasure out to the very last second. He was a master at his craft, that was a fact.
“Ah god, blondie,” Travis muttered, burying his teeth just below Wes’ shirt collar. “You are too turned on for me today.”
Slipping his hand around to cup Wes’ throbbing cock, Travis stroked the length of him while continuing to thrust rapidly. Wes let his head hang forward, staring at their feet together on the floor, concentrating on the combined forces Travis’ cock pounding away at his ass and his talented fingers sliding along the length of his cock.
“Fuck,” he bit out, bucking forward into Travis’ hand, then backwards into his hips. “So close.”
“Come for me, Wes,” he said, using his name for the first time. As much as the pet names made him a puddle of goo inside, hearing his actual name roll off Travis’ lips at times like this did something intense to him.
Anything you say, pretty boy. He thrust forward once and then again, before he unloaded on the countertop and Travis’ long fingers. “Travis,” he sobbed, knees going weak.
That was always Travis’ undoing, too. Hearing his name being said with such vulnerability, with such desire, it broke down the last barrier holding him back. And it worked every single time. His body slammed into Wes’ three, four more times, so forcibly that Wes almost lost his grip on the counter. That’d be fun, explaining to Sutton that Travis slammed my face into the faux marble as he fucked me in the unused bathroom downstairs. The inevitable broken nose would almost be worth it. Although, the guilt-induced makeup sex that would follow absolutely would be worth the pain.
“Damn,” Travis said through gritted teeth, finally stilling against Wes’ naked lower half. “That was almost worth waiting so long for.”
“Almost,” Wes agreed, resting his head against a wrist.
Travis withdrew and dressed himself, giving that tempting, pale ass one more hard swat.
“What the hell was that for,” he asked, reaching a hand around to rub what had to be a budding red spot.
“Because it’s perfect for slapping,” Travis teased, landing another healthy whack on the sweat-dampened bare skin. “And also because I know it’ll keep you horny until we are alone later.”
Groaning, Wes straightened and gave Travis the evil eye. “You are such a pervert.”
“And you know it’s true,” Travis responded, blowing his lover a kiss. “Now, clean up and I’ll meet you back at our desks.”
Catching his breath, Wes poked his head out of the men’s room. Travis had left a good fifteen minutes earlier, but he’d needed a few to recover and regroup. Not seeing anyone in the hall, he exited the restroom and headed for the elevators.
“That’s twice this week,” Jonelle said from the entrance to the morgue.
“What?” Wes turned around fully before spying her smirking in the doorway. “Shit, you startled me.”
“And to think sex is supposed to relax you,” she laughed. “Travis needs to up his game, I see.”
Wes frowned at her. “Can you not say things like that. Please?”
Crossing her arms across her chest, Jonelle grinned. “I never pegged you for one to be so easily embarrassed, Wes.”
“I’m not,” he defended. “At least, not usually.”
She chuckled at his embarrassment. “Only when Travis is concerned? I totally get that.”
“Good-bye, Jonelle,” Wes laughed, leaving her standing in the hall. Travis will die laughing when he hears about this, he thought. “Go poke a corpse or something, would ya?”
Her laughter followed him down the hall.
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,860
Summary: Even when Travis does something wrong – bordering on illegal even – Wes still can’t resist him.
Author’s Note: A simple prompt of – "If the cops didn’t see it, I didn’t do it!" --George Carlin – got completely, utterly out of hand. And resulted in a bunch of pure PWP. Enjoy?
He patted the suspect on the shoulder, sliding his fingers down along his arm and smoothing down and across his back. Travis lifted his hands from the man’s jacket, shoving them into his own pockets. “I guess he’s clean, Wes.”
The blond frowned. “That’s unfortunate,” he muttered. “I guess we have to let you go now, don’t we?”
A uniformed officer entered the interrogation room and removed the cuffs from his wrists before escorting him out. The two detectives watched as he left, each feeling bereft at the loss of their only possible perpetrator. When the door had closed securely behind them, Travis broke into an irrepressible grin.
“What’s so damn funny, Marks?” Wes was frustrated and had no time for his partner’s silliness.
“He’s a liar,” Travis replied, not really answering the question. “See?” Holding up the suspect’s wallet, he grinned again, broader and brighter than he had before.
“TRAVIS!” Wes raked his fingers through his short, golden hair. “You pickpocketed our suspect!”
“Man, if the cops didn’t see it, I didn’t do it.” He tossed the wallet onto the table and shook his head.
“Do you not realize that we are the cops?” Wes threw his hands into the air and paced the interrogation room. “Really Travis?”
“Hey, he said he didn’t have the picture on him, that it was in his wallet, but who goes anywhere without one on them? You can’t buy a Big Gulp without showing your ID.”
“You do know that this makes the evidence inadmissible, right? Because you obtained it illegally.” Wes sighed. “I guess that it does mean we’re moving in the right direction at least.”
“I told you I knew what I was doing, man. But you never believe me.” Travis sat on the corner of the table, watching. His fingers tapped a happy pattern on the tabletop.
“What you’re doing is breaking the law,” Wes reminded him, taking a seat beside him on the table. “Before long, you’re going to be in my cuffs instead of the bad guy.”
Travis’ grin became brilliant in its intensity. “Yeah, baby, now you’re talkin’. Cuff me and use me. You know what I like.”
Wes flushed. “Not here, you ass.” Sliding off the table he resumed pacing. Nervously, he rubbed his hands up and down his cheeks, nervously stealing glances at the video camera in the corner of the room.
“They’re off,” Travis stated, reading his mind via his actions. “They’ve been off since the perp left.”
Sighing, Wes shook his head. “You make me crazy.”
“Hey, you’re the one who said you were going to cuff me, remember? You know how that kinky shit turns me on.”
Travis was absolutely shameless in his desires and it made Wes’ cock ache when he turned the dial to ten. The blond gave him the stink-eye, trying to hide his interest. “Remind me why I ever agreed to sleep with you in the first place?”
“Because I’m cute and irresistible.” He added a smile for good measure.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he snorted.
The truth was, he’d come looking for Travis one day and found him leaving the showers in the station’s locker room. Just one eyeful of all that long, lean muscle covered in warm, milk chocolate skin was all it took. And that was long before he got a look at the delicious piece of muscle resting between his legs. He’d gotten caught looking and with Travis being Travis, he’d been given an offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Then tell me,” Travis teased. “Why did you start sleeping with me, baby?”
“Because you’re fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, moving within Travis’ reach. “And because you offered me a taste of something I’d been craving for a long time. Seeing you in all your glory made me realize how badly I’d wanted you.”
“And now?” He took hold of Wes’ suit jacket and pulled him so that their bodies were mere inches apart. “What will your reasons be for screwing me later tonight?”
Wes caught his lower lip between his teeth, organizing his thoughts. “Tonight?” He shook his head, an embarrassed grin resting on his mouth. “I’m not sure I can wait that long. Why do these interrogation rooms have to have so many windows?”
Travis looked around the room, nodding. “I say we go for it.”
“What the hell? Travis, no.” Wes struggled to remove himself from his partner’s grasp, finding Travis’ grip had only tightened on his wrists.
Although, he had to admit, he was tempted. He pictured Travis sprawled on the table, legs spread, wearing nothing but that sexy as hell smile as they took their pleasure with one another. Wes bet a crowd would gather, too, since the precinct was full of weirdoes and perverts, most of which worked for the LAPD. Kate and Amy would probably be front and center, those two were their biggest cheerleaders after all. Not that they knew for certain what was going on, but they knew what they wished was going on and for them, that was enough.
“You never let me have any fun,” Travis pouted.
Looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, Wes leaned in and whispered in his lover’s ear. “We’re too exposed here and, as good as the sex is between us, it’s not worth losing our jobs over, is it?” Travis shook his head and Wes continued. “Didn’t think so. Meet me in the men’s room in the basement in ten minutes.”
Travis’ smile brushed his cheek. “Anything you say, baby.”
Wes pressed a quick kiss to Travis’ neck before backing away. “See you in ten.”
Grinning, Travis stood. “No more than ten, blondie.”
He watched his handsome lover leave the room and glanced at his watch. Ten minutes, he thought. That was eight minutes too long. Nine minutes later, he opened the interrogation room and exited, looking both ways as he turned towards the elevators.
“Mitchell,” Captain Sutton said, catching his attention when he was mere feet from the elevators.
Damnit. “Yes, Cap?”
“I hear you couldn’t hold the perp,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t sweat it, you’re on the right track and I know you two will nail him soon.”
“Thanks, Captain,” he said, resuming his walk to the elevators.
“Oh and Mitchell?”
What now? “Yes?”
“Lock the door.”
“What?” He turned and stared at the captain, wondering if the therapy had finally gotten to him and made him crazy.
“I said ‘lock the door’.” He rubbed a hand across his chin, smirking. “You and Marks don’t want to get caught, do you?”
Wes stared, mouth half open in denial. “How?”
“It’s written all over your face, Wes,” the cap said, not slowing as he walked away. “Not to mention there are cameras down there. It won’t be the first time someone’s seen you two sneaking into that unused restroom for a nooner.”
He was speechless.
“Lock the door,” Sutton repeated. “And then get back on the case. You’d be amazed how well a quickie can clear your head.”
What the fuck just happened here? As much as he wished he had time to figure it out, he was already late and he considered punctuality one of his strong suits. Travis would never let him forget the one time he wasn’t on time. The elevator opened and he stepped inside, grabbing his phone out of his pocket.
Running late – got stopped by the Cap.
Travis’ reply brought a smile to his face and an ache to his groin.
Goody. You’re late so you lose. You know what that means, right?
He was afraid Travis was going to go there. I know, I do. I’m right outside.
Wes stopped with his hand against the bathroom door. As much as he hated giving up control, Travis was right. He’d not held up his end of the bargain, although it wasn’t his fault this time. Instead of giving Travis crap and insisting they do this his way, he figured he’d swallow his pride and accept his fate. Taking a deep breath, he entered the restroom and found Travis leaning against a sink, watching him.
“You ready?” Travis raised an eyebrow in question.
“You have no idea,” Wes said, locking the door behind him. Reaching for his belt buckle, he realized that he needed to give in more than he needed to be in control. “And you’re right. I’m late. What’s my punishment?”
Travis gave his partner a once over that lingered longer than it should have, even in private. “I guess that all depends on what you’re up for.”
Wes looked over his shoulder. “Here? Not much outside a quick fuck. Once we get out of here? I’m game for whatever your twisted little mind can come up with.” He looked over his shoulder again. “Besides, Sutton knows.”
“What?” Travis looked at the locked entrance the restroom, following Wes’ nervous lead. “How did he find out?”
Shrugging, Wes held his hands out. “I don’t know, but he said something about there being cameras down here.”
Laughter erupted out of Travis. “Oh shit. I bet he caught us that afternoon we didn’t quite make it inside before I got my hands into your pants.”
“Oh god,” Wes moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I forgot about that.”
“It was good though, wasn’t it?”
“Hell yes,” he agreed.
And it had been. It had been so good, in fact, they’d garnered the attention of the medical examiner, Jonelle. She’d pounded on the locked door, demanding to know if someone was dying inside. That had not been their finest hour, but damn the sex had been fabulous.
Jonelle hadn’t blown their cover, either, which had surprised them both. Wes thought she liked having this little secret to hold over their heads, saving it for when she needed a favor. Travis was of a mind that she shipped them, whatever in the hell that even meant, and that she enjoyed watching them sneak around and not get caught.
“Sutton’s going to push paperwork on us,” Travis stated, popping the button on Wes’ dress slacks and sliding the zipper down.
“We’re not in a relationship though,” Wes reminded him. “It doesn’t pertain to us in that sense.”
Travis nipped at his neck, careful not to leave a mark. “We could be, if you were open to it.”
He leaned into Travis’ hand, rubbing his aching cock against his partner. “Is this really the time to discuss that?”
Leaning in, he pressed his mouth against the blond’s, sliding his tongue briefly between his lips. “Mmm, maybe not,” he eventually agreed. “Later. After dinner tonight.”
“I can live with that,” Wes said, allowing himself to be backed up against the bathroom counter.
“Happy to hear it,” Travis murmured, trailing his lips along the length of Wes’ neck. “Because right now, you owe me a little something.”
Tracing his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, Wes pushed his pants off his hips and allowed them to the floor. “I do believe you’re right.”
Travis took hold of Wes’ hips, turning him so he faced the counter holding the sinks. Their eyes met in the mirror, lingering for a moment before breaking away. Gripping the countertop tightly, Wes reached his hips out, brushing his ass against Travis’ swelling cock. The solid line of need pressing back against him was all he needed to give in to temptation. “Are you about ready,” he moaned.
“Almost baby,” he replied, reaching under the countertop and retrieving the tube of lube they’d stashed there after their first rendezvous several months ago. Squeezing a portion out onto his fingers, he coated his anxious length with it.
“Even if we had all the time in the world,” Wes begged, knowing that they really didn’t have much time at all, “I couldn’t wait.”
Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Travis pressed the head of his cock against Wes’ backside, taunting him and testing his patience. A pathetic whimper of need escaped him, eliciting a dirty chuckle from his lover. He hated that Marks knew he had no self-control in moments like this. Or with a man like him. But facts were facts and the truth of the matter was he hadn’t ever needed anyone like he needed Travis right that second.
“Damn you, Marks, stop tormenting me.”
Travis complied. With a sharp thrust, he slid inside Wes, filling him and prying a gasp of surprise from his perfect lips. “Now there’s my boy,” Travis preened. “Just how I like you. Needy.”
Wes canted his ass backwards, taking more of Travis into him, working himself against the only thing likely to bring him any semblance of relief. Marks’ grip on his hips tightened, slowing his frantic rhythm, guiding him into a more sedate pace.
“Marks, no,” he begged. “I need it.”
“Don’t I know it,” Travis agreed, slapping his hips against the blond’s white ass quickly, “but I’m not about to lose you so soon after we started.”
He had a love/hate relationship with Travis’ need for sexual dominance. He loved – craved – the way that his partner took control. Grabbing him, rolling him onto his back, mounting him and making him overflow with desire and release. But he hated – absolutely abhorred – the way Travis denied him release when he wanted it so, so badly. Even knowing that the orgasm building would be a million times more satisfying if only held on a few more minutes, he was still pissed that he had to fucking wait. Travis always, always made it worth his while, however, drawing the pleasure out to the very last second. He was a master at his craft, that was a fact.
“Ah god, blondie,” Travis muttered, burying his teeth just below Wes’ shirt collar. “You are too turned on for me today.”
Slipping his hand around to cup Wes’ throbbing cock, Travis stroked the length of him while continuing to thrust rapidly. Wes let his head hang forward, staring at their feet together on the floor, concentrating on the combined forces Travis’ cock pounding away at his ass and his talented fingers sliding along the length of his cock.
“Fuck,” he bit out, bucking forward into Travis’ hand, then backwards into his hips. “So close.”
“Come for me, Wes,” he said, using his name for the first time. As much as the pet names made him a puddle of goo inside, hearing his actual name roll off Travis’ lips at times like this did something intense to him.
Anything you say, pretty boy. He thrust forward once and then again, before he unloaded on the countertop and Travis’ long fingers. “Travis,” he sobbed, knees going weak.
That was always Travis’ undoing, too. Hearing his name being said with such vulnerability, with such desire, it broke down the last barrier holding him back. And it worked every single time. His body slammed into Wes’ three, four more times, so forcibly that Wes almost lost his grip on the counter. That’d be fun, explaining to Sutton that Travis slammed my face into the faux marble as he fucked me in the unused bathroom downstairs. The inevitable broken nose would almost be worth it. Although, the guilt-induced makeup sex that would follow absolutely would be worth the pain.
“Damn,” Travis said through gritted teeth, finally stilling against Wes’ naked lower half. “That was almost worth waiting so long for.”
“Almost,” Wes agreed, resting his head against a wrist.
Travis withdrew and dressed himself, giving that tempting, pale ass one more hard swat.
“What the hell was that for,” he asked, reaching a hand around to rub what had to be a budding red spot.
“Because it’s perfect for slapping,” Travis teased, landing another healthy whack on the sweat-dampened bare skin. “And also because I know it’ll keep you horny until we are alone later.”
Groaning, Wes straightened and gave Travis the evil eye. “You are such a pervert.”
“And you know it’s true,” Travis responded, blowing his lover a kiss. “Now, clean up and I’ll meet you back at our desks.”
Catching his breath, Wes poked his head out of the men’s room. Travis had left a good fifteen minutes earlier, but he’d needed a few to recover and regroup. Not seeing anyone in the hall, he exited the restroom and headed for the elevators.
“That’s twice this week,” Jonelle said from the entrance to the morgue.
“What?” Wes turned around fully before spying her smirking in the doorway. “Shit, you startled me.”
“And to think sex is supposed to relax you,” she laughed. “Travis needs to up his game, I see.”
Wes frowned at her. “Can you not say things like that. Please?”
Crossing her arms across her chest, Jonelle grinned. “I never pegged you for one to be so easily embarrassed, Wes.”
“I’m not,” he defended. “At least, not usually.”
She chuckled at his embarrassment. “Only when Travis is concerned? I totally get that.”
“Good-bye, Jonelle,” Wes laughed, leaving her standing in the hall. Travis will die laughing when he hears about this, he thought. “Go poke a corpse or something, would ya?”
Her laughter followed him down the hall.
