Blue Moon II ~ This is Reality (19 page)

“Are you okay?” Pierce said sleepily.

“Yes. I’m sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep. I’m going to make some breakfast,” he said patting Pierce’s hand. He wouldn’t scare his lover with that vision. Hawk didn’t always see what was going to happen. He sometimes saw what had already happened… flashbacks. God knows he’d seen enough explosions in his life. 

“I’m not sleepy anymore.” Pierce moved Hawk’s hair to the side and placed small kisses on the back of neck, over to his shoulder, still massaging and kneading away the stress.

“You have strong hands for such a small man.” Hawk moaned at the deep massage.

“Mmmhmm.” Pierce kept rubbing and kissing. He paused and leaned forward to lick up his throat to his chin, nibbling on his beard stubble.

Hawk held his head up and let Pierce have his way when he was pushed back down onto the bed. Pierce straddled him and rubbed his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples until they were hard. Hawk grunted and thrust his hips up while pulling Pierce down into him. The slow grinding Pierce did on top of him had him so far turned on that he had to close his eyes for a few seconds before he came like an inexperienced adolescent. Pierce had moves like a fucking stripper. He sat straight up and rocked his hips in a sexy circular motion, grinding his balls into Hawk’s cock.

“Damn, baby.”

“I want you,” Pierce moaned.

Hawk shook his head ‘no’. He wouldn’t do it again. Pierce would be too sore to even concentrate later.

“Now,” Pierce growled and Hawk smiled at the petulant attitude.

Hawk had to let Pierce know that he wasn’t running shit. He liked the bravado but there was no way Pierce would be ordering him around in the bedroom. Hawk sat up and took control of Pierce’s hips and pushed him down harder, making him move the way he wanted him to… not the way Pierce wanted.

“You ordering me around, baby? You think you’re in control?” Hawk leaned in and sucked Pierce’s bottom lip into his mouth and bit him just enough to cause a sting before licking the discomfort away. “I’m not gonna fuck your sweet ass again. But if you be a good boy, there’s something else I can do for you.”

Pierce’s head was tilted back as Hawk manipulated his hips.

“You want me to take care of this?” Hawk purred sensually, wrapping his palm around Pierce’s long cock.

Pierce didn’t answer him. His eyes were shut tight, trying to thrust his cock into Hawk’s tight fist. Hawk loosened his grip and Pierce grunted his annoyance, bucking his hips harder.

“Harder,” Peirce barked at him while fighting Hawk’s hold. Pierce wrapped his own hand around Hawk’s fist and tried to force him to jerk him harder.

Hawk pulled his hand from under Pierce's, wrapped his arms around his waist and flipped them over on the bed.

“Yes! Yes!” Pierce yelled, wrapping his legs high around Hawk’s back, pulling him closer.

Hawk took Pierce’s hands off him and pinned them above his head. Pierce was breathing so hard and his cock was rock solid while he tried to seek friction against Hawk’s thigh. 

Once Hawk had Pierce completely immobile, the man finally opened his eyes and looked at him. Hawk saw the lust and heat evident in those bright blue eyes and he knew he was going to give his man what he needed. But he was going to have a little fun first.

Hawk licked Pierce’s mouth. Whispering softly against those lips, “My little insatiable cock slut. I’ve created a monster.”

Pierce moaned at his words, before whispering back, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, baby. Don’t be sorry. I just need to show you who’s boss.” Hawk kept Pierce’s arms pinned and had him grip the bottom of the headboard. “Now you keep those busy hands right there. If you move them, I’m going to bust my load all over your chest, and you don’t get to come. Do you understand?”

Pierce’s body shook with pleasure at his command and Hawk knew that Pierce was going to be the death of him. He was so turned on right now that Hawk hoped he’d have a chance to take Pierce’s load down his throat before the man came all over himself.

With Hawk’s knees on either side of Pierce’s small frame he walked up his chest and pointed his cock at Pierce’s parted lips. “Have you sucked cock, baby?”

Pierce’s hips jolted while he shook his head ‘no’.

“You want my big cock in your mouth. Spreading those pretty lips nice and wide?”

Pierce shook his head ‘yes’.

Hawk tapped his cock head to Pierce’s mouth and growled his words. “Say the words. I want to hear you ask for it.”

“Yes. I. I w-want to suck you,” Pierce rasped.

Hawk nudged his cock at those soft lips, just lightly rubbing across them before applying some pressure. Pierce opened stunningly for him. Hawk let his head slide into that warm, velvety heat and he closed his eyes at the sensation. “Fuck, baby. Feels good.”

Pierce opened wider at the praise but Hawk wasn’t going to overwhelm him. With only the head in, he rocked back and forth, loving the way Pierce’s bottom lip flicked the underside of his cap. He could already feel his orgasm churning in his balls. Pierce may not be as experienced as Hawk’s past lovers, but just the fact that his emotions were involved gave this blowjob an entirely different feeling. 

He could see Pierce’s forearms clenching while he squeezed the headboard, forcing himself not to move his hands. Hawk pushed in another inch and felt Pierce’s teeth graze across the thick vein underneath his shaft. “Goddamnit. Gonna make me come already.” Hawk increased his pace, thrusting in a few more times before he pulled out and shot his load all over Pierce’s chest and neck. The sheer sight of it had his eyes flashing with colors and his chest heaving from the pleasure.

Pierce was breathing hard and his brow was creased with the need to come.

“I got you. Just relax. Don’t move those hands.” Hawk’s voice was deep from his desire to please Pierce. He moved down Pierce’s body and changed their positions so he was no longer straddling him and spread Pierce’s legs wide. He slid both hands underneath Pierce’s ass, cupping the round globes and took Pierce’s cock in his mouth, burying his nose in the thick hair at the base.

Pierce’s loud moans were an erotic symphony to his ears. Hawk used his grip to lift Pierce off the bed and shove his cock down his throat. He felt that long cock pulsing on his tongue. The weight and heat had Hawk’s own cock twitching back to life. It’d been a while since he’d gone down on a man… usually it was the other way around. Doing this for
his
man gave him a consuming sense of ownership. Pierce was his.

Hawk’s thumb caressed the multitude of nerves beneath Pierce’s tight balls. He wanted to push just the tip of his finger inside Pierce’s hole but the supple ass in his palm was clenched so tight he couldn’t. Instead he licked down the length and tightened his throat around the head as he dragged a long, slow pull up when he heard the hoarse shout above him a second before his mouth was flooded with Pierce’s hot come. The muscles of Pierce’s ass flexed in his hand with each spurt. When he was sure he couldn’t release anymore, Hawk placed Pierce gently back down onto the bed.

Hawk crawled up Pierce’s body and looked down at his flushed face. He wiped the sweat from his brow and cupped his cheek in his palm. Pierce finally opened his eyes, and there it was.

“Oh my god,” Hawk whispered in awe. There it was. The look from Pierce that he’d been seeing for months. The look of admiration, satiety, warmth, lust… and love.

Hawk’s heart soared. The man didn’t need to say it. Pierce loved him. He could see it just as clearly as he always had. Pierce smiled at him and released the headboard to reach up to tuck one side of his hair behind his ear. He let him wrap his arms around his neck and hug him to him. Damn it felt good. Hawk would love this man until his last days.

Part Three

THE REALITY

Chapter Twenty-One

SHOT

“Hey. Careful. You’re still healing. Don’t try to overdo it,” Shot admonished his strong Agent as he accompanied him on his walk around the hospital wing. He was in a pair of FBI sweats and a plain white t-shirt, because Shot was sick of him bitching about the shitty, ass-bearing hospital gown. So he’d gone to his house to get him a few personals.

Then Fox griped about being discharged. All last night and this morning. The doctor said he was out of the woods, but still needed to be monitored, so he wouldn’t be getting discharged for at least another week.

“I’m fine. And stop holding me like that. I can walk, Isadore. The hole is in my chest not my goddamn leg,” Fox grumbled. One hand hanging limply at his side while the other pushed his IV pole.

Shot slowly dropped his arm from around Fox’s waist and gave him some space. Shot knew what it was like to have an injury and to feel weak and less than. The last thing he wanted to do was make Fox feel like that.

Fox looked at him with sorrow in his eyes and took his hand in his. They turned the corner and walked past other patient rooms.

“What’s going on with the mission? Is Pierce okay?” Fox asked, breaking the silence.

Shot had already told Fox everything that happened with the Russians and about their encounter with the notorious assassins, Alpha and Omega. He conveniently left out the part about one of the assassins making him a personal target; otherwise they would’ve had to keep Fox sedated to keep him from breaking out of the hospital.

“Pierce is good. He’ll be back this morning. Hawk took really good care of him.” Shot laughed and Fox’s deep chuckle followed.

“I bet he did.”

“Hawk is good for the mad genius. He needs someone strong to keep him in line.”

“Just like you.” Fox winked at him.

“I didn’t say that,” Shot answered back. “But if you’re saying you want the job.”

Fox released Shot’s hand and draped his arm over his shoulder, pulling them closer together. His steps slowed and he had a fine sheen of sweat covering his brow. Shot turned in to him and put his arms around his waist. “Are you tired?”

“No,” Fox whispered.

Shot tilted his head up and gave Fox what he wanted. Fox weaved his hands into his long hair while he plunged his tongue into his mouth. Shot submitted to him, like always. Fox’s whole demeanor was ‘I’m the one in the charge’ and he was so goddamn good at it, Shot would be a fool not to go along with it. Regardless, the tall sexy agent was sex on a stick. He was beautiful, smart and a skilled marksman. The perfect combination for him. Fox let his hand slowly slide down Shot’s side and up under his polo shirt, feeling for his warm skin.

“I am so glad I switched my shift today. I would’ve hated to have missed this.” A female voice broke into their haze.

Shot pulled back and buried his face in Fox’s neck while his lover smiled at the nurses that were swooning at the very provocative show they were putting on right near their station. Shot was so focused on his man that he hadn’t realized they’d made it back around to the front. No wonder Fox looked so over-exerted.

“Excuse us ladies. I'm sure you can imagine. I get a little carried away with this one.” Fox’s deep voice was laced with wickedness as he stroked Shot’s hair, making the ladies giggle like high school cheerleaders getting attention from the star quarterback. Fox was so hot, he could charm anyone out of their underwear… including him.

Shot stood back while Fox huffed and grunted getting back in the bed. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was hurting. Shot went around the bed to plug his IV pole back into its ports, and as soon as Fox wasn’t looking he pushed the PCA to deliver a dose of the pain medication. Soon he’d be out of it.

Shot sat down in the chair and laced his fingers together in his lap, watching Fox punch the pillows in an attempt to make them more comfortable. He finally leaned back in the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Whew. Damn. I feel –” Cutting himself off, Fox narrowed his eyes at him. “You pushed the pain medicine button thingy didn’t you?”

Shot winked at him and picked up his magazine.

“You little shit.”

Shot checked his watch, realizing he was going to be late to his meeting if he didn’t leave now. He tossed the magazine back on the table. “I gotta go.”

“Are you going back to headquarters?”

“Yeah. Call has something cooking. We only got bits and pieces over the line. But we’re going to bring this to a close and then –” Shot stopped his last thought. He’d been thinking about this way longer than he and Fox had been an item. He’d been feeling this way since his son, Angel was kidnapped, since his son had gotten married and was thinking about adopting a kid. He wanted to be a granddad. He wanted to teach him or her self-defense, sports, and watch his grandchild grow into a beautiful person just like his son.

Fox took his hand off the guardrail and laced their fingers together. “– ‘and then’ what Isa?”

Shot looked Fox in his eyes. “And then, I’m going to retire. I’ve been thinking about making a few temporary things in my life a little more permanent.”