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Authors: Diana Copland
mapped his hardening length, lost in the feeling of
the friction on his cock, of the warmth and
dexterity of Kiernan’s hand.
“Want to suck this.” Kiernan squeezed.
Grunting at the sudden rush of blood to his
prick, Matt caught his wrist. “Somewhere
horizontal,” he managed, his voice rough. “Now.”
He started for the couch, but Kiernan stopped,
urging him toward the bedroom. Matt allowed
himself to be pulled down the hall. It was probably
a good idea. There were things they were going to
need in his bedside table. Lube and condoms. His
gut tightened in anticipation.
The bedroom was in shadows. It was light
enough for Matt, but apparently Kiernan had other
ideas. He turned on the lamp next to the bed,
flooding the room with a golden glow, and looked
up into Matt’s eyes.
“I want to see you.” His hand moved over
Matt’s chest in a slow, sensuous caress. “All of
you. Kiss me?” His chin lifted, and Matt couldn’t
resist the desire on his face. It was a swift, hard
kiss, his hand gripping the back of Kiernan’s neck.
Kiernan’s tongue stroked along Matt’s when he
plunged it into his mouth, and Kiernan caught and
sucked on it in a rhythm so persuasive Matt’s toes
curled.
Kiernan pulled back, his lips plump and slick,
and he stared up into Matt’s face as he reached for
the hem of his T-shirt.
Matt stood still under Kiernan’s hands as they
pushed under the loose cotton, warm palms sliding
up his sides, fingers spread over his ribs. He
inhaled sharply at the feeling. He’d missed the
heady joy of a man’s touch. The fabric caught on
Kiernan’s wrists as he moved his hands higher and
Matt, out of patience, reached down and yanked
the shirt up and off over his head.
He wasn’t a terribly vain man. He was a cop, he
had to stay in shape. On a normal week, he went to
the gym four times, working out with weights,
running six miles on the treadmill. To him, being
fit was simply part of the equipment. Some
detectives, when they were promoted, allowed
themselves to go soft but Matt hadn’t. The raw
appreciation in Kiernan’s eyes as he ran his hands
over Matt’s muscled chest made him glad.
“God,” Kiernan said, his voice low. “Look at
you.” His hands mapped the span of Matt’s
shoulders, skimmed down his sturdy biceps and
covered his full pectorals with his palms. His
thumbs teased over the small, copper-toned
nipples, and Matt inhaled sharply. Kiernan glanced
up. “Sensitive?” He flicked them lightly with his
thumbnails.
Matt nodded and Kiernan leaned forward,
kissed his left nipple, then parted his lips and
pulled it into his mouth. Matt closed his eyes on a
soft sound, his hand fisting Kiernan’s hair. A jolt
of fire went from the pull of Kiernan’s lips down,
and his cock pressed urgently against the
confinement of his jeans.
Kiernan’s mouth moved to his other nipple,
sucking, open, leaving a trail of moist heat over the
expanse of skin. His hands were as busy as his
mouth, caressing Matt’s sides, the heavy
musculature along his spine in the back, the agile
fingers tracing his body. When Kiernan’s hands
went to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans, Matt
lowered his head and watched.
His jeans fell open under the nimble fingers.
Kiernan pushed them past his hips, caressing the
muscle above each prominent hipbone as he did.
“Christ, you’re a wet dream,” he murmured in
an almost worshipful tone, his hands skimming
Matt’s thighs as his pants fell to his ankles. Matt
stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Unhesitating, Kiernan caressed the heavy weight of
Matt’s cock, tracing the curve from low in his
groin almost to his navel.
Kiernan slipped his fingers into the waistband
of Matt’s briefs and pulled them out and down,
freeing him, kneeling smoothly as he did. Matt was
about half-hard, and he caught his breath when
Kiernan circled him with his hand, stroking, a look
of rapt concentration on his face. His fingers slid
slowly to Matt’s base and held him, and he
glanced up. He smiled slightly before his eyes
drifted closed, and he leaned forward and took
Matt into the warm moist heat of his mouth.
Matt made a harsh sound in his throat, his hands
clenching into fists. Christ, how had he survived
without this? “God, you’re good with your mouth,”
he said roughly. Gleaming eyes looked up at him.
Initially, Kiernan concentrated on just the wide,
spongy head, tonguing the sensitive divot just
beneath his slit. Matt grunted in appreciation. But
before long Kiernan was moving his mouth up and
down more and more of the length of him, the hot
wet suction making gooseflesh stand on Matt’s
shoulders. When Kiernan’s nose brushed his pubic
hair, his throat squeezing the tip of his cock as he
swallowed, Matt growled, his fingers gripping the
silky strands of hair, fighting the urge to thrust.
“Sweet Jesus. Come up here,” Matt ordered,
grabbing Kiernan’s upper arms.
He stood, lifting his face and offering his lips.
Matt kissed him almost savagely, then pushed him
to sit on the edge of the wide bed, kicking off his
own briefs and reaching for the hem of Kiernan’s
shirt. He yanked it off over the tousled head,
admiring the muscles in his square shoulders
before placing his hand in the middle of his chest
and pushing.
Kiernan went down onto his back, looking up at
Matt with bright eyes. “Very domineering. Is it a
cop thing?”
Matt narrowed his eyes. He was beginning to
feel faintly out of control, and a fine tremor of
anticipation centered in his chest.
He bent over Kiernan, slipping his fingers under
the waistband of his plaid flannel pajama bottoms
and sweeping them down his legs. Beneath them,
Kiernan was wearing black boxers with green
shamrocks on them, the words
Feelin’ Lucky
stenciled around the waist.
A laugh burst from Matt. “Never a dull
moment.”
“Like them?” Kiernan stacked his hands behind
his head.
Matt grabbed the boxers and pulled them off,
tossing them into the corner. “Like them better
now.”
His eyes raked Kiernan from his head to his toes
and back again, and he made a sound of pleasure.
He’d felt the lithe, firm shape of Kiernan’s body
through his clothes and thought he’d known what to
expect, but his assessment hadn’t actually done him
justice.
Kiernan’s skin was light, his nipples dusky pink,
his cock long and tapered and flushed, hard against
his belly. Matt climbed onto the bed and bent at the
waist, catching Kiernan’s face between his hands,
pulling him up into another raw, openmouthed kiss.
Kiernan’s arms lifted around his neck, and Matt
pulled him further onto the bed.
He dragged his mouth down Kiernan’s jaw to
his neck, finding the spot he’d bruised earlier,
worrying it between his teeth. Kiernan made a
sound, a cross between a gasp and a moan. He
arched up with his hips, his hardness brushing
Matt’s belly. Matt continued down Kiernan’s
sternum, nipping one pink nipple, his tongue
circling it as his fingers circled Kiernan’s swollen
cock.
“Nice,” he murmured into Kiernan’s skin,
stroking him firmly.
Kiernan inhaled sharply, exhaled on a trembling
laugh. “Not bad. However, when compared with
another on display in the room—”
“It’s perfect.” Matt marked Kiernan sharply
with his teeth just above his navel.
He gasped. “Hey, I’m not complaining. I’m
rather fond of it myself, actually.”
Matt snorted softly into his skin, sliding lower,
his nose brushing the slender line of black hair that
ran south from Kiernan’s belly button. “Not as
fond as I am.”
The pads of his fingers skimmed the heavy vein
running up the underside of Kiernan’s cock, and
Kiernan pushed himself up onto his elbows, his
eyes wide as he watched. Matt looked up and took
him into his mouth.
Kiernan’s stomach contracted, and he breathed a
ragged sigh as his eyes rolled up. “God,” Kiernan
groaned. A bright flush bloomed across his cheeks
and spread down his neck. Matt increased the
pressure of his tongue along the underside, and
Kiernan whimpered, hips flexing.
Matt cupped Kiernan’s balls, squeezed, and
Kiernan’s breath hitched. Pushing Kiernan’s legs
up toward his chest and holding his rigid cock
against his hard belly, Matt lowered his mouth,
pulling first one soft globe into his mouth and then
the other.
“Oh.” Kiernan fell onto his back, his legs
spreading restlessly “Oh, Jesus.”
Matt pressed his tongue behind his balls then
massaged firmly with his fingers. Kiernan’s thighs
twitched, his toes clenched. Matt let his fingers
drift further south, brushing in a featherlight touch
over the tightly furled hole, and Kiernan fisted his
hands in his own hair.
“There’s lube in the bedside table,” Matt said.
Kiernan lifted his head, his eyes snapping open.
“Huh?”
“Lube. Nightstand.”
“Oh, yeah, right. Okay.” Kiernan reached out
awkwardly, nearly knocking the lamp from the
table in the process. He finally tugged open the
drawer and found the bottle with a grasping hand.
Gracelessly, he shoved it toward Matt.
Matt uncapped and upended it, allowing a
slender thread of the clear gel to fall behind
Kiernan’s balls.
Kiernan gave a strangled gasp.
“Cold, I know.” Matt recapped the bottle and
tossed it aside. “Here, I’ll warm it up.” He circled
the puckered flesh and pressed gently against it,
entering Kiernan with one finger before taking his
swollen cock back into his mouth.
Kiernan made a startled sound, his hands
gripping the bedspread. He squeaked when Matt
found and pressed against his prostate.
“Stop, stop.” He flinched when Matt did it
again. Matt pulled his mouth off slowly, tonguing
his slit, causing Kiernan to fidget restlessly. A
distinctive, musky taste filled Matt’s mouth as pre-
come coated his tongue.
“Why would I stop?” he said. “I don’t want you
to hold back.”
“I want to come with you inside me.”
Matt stilled, need bright and sharp in his chest.
His cock throbbed so hard it ached. He had to
reach down and squeeze around the base so he
didn’t lose it from Kiernan’s words alone.
“Condom,” he said harshly. “In the drawer.”
Kiernan rolled onto his side, rummaging through
the drawer until he came back with a condom in
his hand. He tried to open it, but his hands were
shaking. Matt finally relieved him of it and tore it
open himself. He smoothed it down over his stiff
cock.
When it was seated firmly around the base, he
caught Kiernan around the hips and flipped him
onto his stomach, pulling him up onto his knees. He
stared at the perfect round ass and made an
appreciative sound as his hands filled with it. His
fingers flexed, pressing into the muscled flesh.
“Kiernan, this is a world-class ass.” He leaned
forward and took a nip from the right cheek.
“Glad you like it,” Kiernan replied, his voice
slightly muffled by the bedding. “But you’ll forgive
me if I’d rather you fucked it than waxed poetic
about it.”
That pulled a sharp laugh from Matt, and he
coated both his fingers and his latex-sheathed prick
with more lube. When he circled the pink,
puckered opening with two fingers, Kiernan
pressed back. Matt felt the muscle twitch, pulsing,
opening as if it would draw them into his body. He
made a harsh sound and pushed in, twisting.
“Oh, God,” Kiernan moaned. He encircled the
cock that hung heavy and hard between his thighs
and began to stroke it roughly. Matt curled his
fingers down, searching, and Kiernan jerked, the
muscles in his back stiffening. “Christ, don’t tease.
Please, Matt.” He pressed back against Matt’s