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Alex's phone vibrated in his pocket. He didn't drag his eyes off the house for a moment. He fumbled for his phone, swiping his fingers down the screen to get it to read out the text.

Text message today at 8:02 PM. Thomas.

Good seeing you. Want to hang out?

The phone's voice was about the least sexy thing imaginable. It made Alex grin nonetheless. “Fuck, yeah,” he whispered.

He squinted through the living room window as he pressed the speech button and dictated. “Would love to see you, period. When and where, question mark.” Then, he pressed send.

Seconds later, he had an answer read out in the same rapid robotic voice. He really needed to change it to some sexy man, at least.

Text message today at 8:05 PM. Thomas.

Tonight.

“Oh, yeah,” Alex smirked. He leaned back in his seat again, raising his camera when he saw motion. It was only a brief flicker, though, so he frowned and lowered it again.

Since Darren had walked into Anna's house two hours ago, there had been no sign of activity. More importantly, the living room drapes were open. If they weren't socializing in the living room like platonic friends...

Heh, and Thomas wasn't texting to socialize. He'd cracked that facade with his visit to the bank, he was certain of it. The only question was: did Thomas just want to hook up, or did he want more afterward? Was this flame rekindling, and if so, did Thomas like that idea as much as he did?

He dictated, “I'm working until late, comma, probably past your bedtime, period. Still OK, question mark?” It came easily to him to dictate texts now when he couldn't take his eyes off the stakeout. It had taken weeks of practice to get used to it, though.

Text message today at 8:09 PM. Thomas.

That's fine. Come over to my house when you're done work.

Alex smirked and dictated, “Great, period. See you soon, period.” He folded his hands behind his head and stretched out. God, he hoped Darren was going to have an early night.

***

Alex got his wish: around nine-thirty, there was a stir of motion in the window. He pressed
record
, then rolled down his window and watched closely.

The microphone was aimed in just the right spot. After a few seconds of wind crackling, he picked up on sound.

“--at the cross-country ski cabin?”

Anna's voice was unmistakable after having tracked her for days. “The main cabin? Yeah, at noon?”

Darren murmured his agreement. “Noon's great. We'll figure out the details on Thursday...”

“Shh,” Anna giggled. Alex rolled his eyes but listened and watched closely. They were standing a bit too close, but there was no physical contact. No real evidence yet.

But he was positive that Lexy's suspicions had been right. And now he knew when and where to get the video his client and Darren's wife, Lexy, wanted.

“I'll see you alone, right?”

“Of course. I'll feign a headache and keep the lights dim and the blinds closed...” Anna's voice was soft now, almost inaudible as she sidled flirtatiously. Then, she shooed him with her hands. “Go on, you better get home before the roads get bad.”

Darren waved. “I'll see you Thursday afternoon, Ms. Forester. I sure hope we can work out some favorable terms...”

He was stepping into his car now and Anna laughed as she went inside, shaking her head. Alex held his breath, but Darren didn't look around. He just started up and carefully pulled out onto the street.

After shutting off the camera and microphone, Alex cracked his knuckles.

It was a good thing they were cross-country skiing, not downhill. Alex could do cross-country. He'd break his neck trying to follow them downhill.

God, this job was made for him. Alex let his ego swell warmly in his chest. He waited a few minutes, then started up the car to drive towards Thomas's house. Snowflakes fell thickly on his windshield, but snow or no snow, he had an appointment to keep.

Thomas wasn't even twenty-two years old yet. Ten o'clock ought to have been early to him, he knew. But he'd never been the type to go out clubbing until all hours. Neither did he like to wake up early. He usually went to bed around ten and and read for a few hours before falling asleep.

Still being up and dressed at ten, pacing around the living room and tidying up, was downright weird. Knowing he was waiting for Alex, who could blow through right now or three AM, was even worse.

From nine onwards, every time he heard a purring engine on the street, Thomas peeked through the blinds. He knew it was too early since Alex said he'd be up late, but he couldn't help himself.

It was a surprise when he pushed aside the blind and a familiar dark car was parked at the bottom of his driveway. The driver's side car door opened.

Oh, Jesus. Here he comes.

Thomas refused to wait by the door. He sat on the couch, aware of his hands in his lap his heart pounding in his chest. He
felt
Alex's approach up the walkway to his porch and his door...

For a moment, it felt like Thomas was being stalked by a predator he'd invited home. It didn't scare him – it thrilled him.

The doorbell rang and the moment of tension was gone. He stood up, briskly heading for the door and opening it.

Sure enough, Alex leaned on his doorframe, all muscles and confident smile. His hair was messy and stuck up on the back, his thumb in his jacket pocket.

Christ, he was so fucking hot.

Thomas pushed open the screen door until Alex moved, then stepped inside to let him in. “Hello.”

“Hey there,” Alex answered. Thomas almost wished he'd wipe that arrogant little smirk off his face, but it looked too damn hot. “I got off early.”

“I trust that doesn't happen often.”

Alex paused, his smirk growing into a grin as they both registered the innuendo of the moment. Thomas's cheeks heated up, but he refused to take back the words. “No. Not often.”

“Come on in.”

Alex left his jacket and shoes in the foyer and Thomas led him into the house. “Want a drink of water or anything?”

“No thanks. I'm good.”

They moved together for the couch. For a moment, as Alex and Thomas sank down together and turned towards each other, it felt like old days. It was like they were about to grab Playstation controllers or a DVD to watch together...

Thomas swallowed hard and caught Alex's gaze. “I'm still angry at you for taking the job for Cam knowing he was my brother. And about what happened when we broke up,” he told him plainly. “But I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Seeing you at the bank... God, it felt like no time passed since August.”

“When you threw me out?” Alex quipped, his lips drawing up from a serious listening face to a teasing one instead. “I knew you shouldn't have. I knew we still had chemistry.”

Thomas glared at Alex. He couldn't deny it: having Alex sitting so close their knees bumped made a jolt of pleasure run through him. The electric chills reminded him of everything they'd had together – and what they hadn't.

“So this isn't a first date... or first-date-since... well, you know.” Alex trailed off and laughed. “This is a booty call.”

“That's not--” Thomas cut himself off. Okay, maybe it was a little accurate.

Fuck, he wasn't the kind of guy to have hate sex with his ex. This wasn't about being angry. And he'd slept with strangers before, in his experimenting days in Halifax.

Why did this feel so different?

“Maybe,” Thomas corrected himself, his voice tight as he clenched his jaw. He dug his fingers into the back of the couch behind Alex's head, touching his hair with his other hand. “That's probably the best description.”

Alex's fingertips on the back of his hand were surprisingly gentle. “I won't tell a soul,” he murmured, drawing Thomas's gaze back to his own.

God, those beautiful, long-lashed eyes. He lost himself in those eyes for a moment. He
wanted
to lose himself even further...

Alex's hand ran up his arm towards his shoulder and the last of Thomas's resistance melted away. The pleasurable tingles at being touched by familiar, skillful hands overwhelmed him. Even more chills of pleasure reverberated down his spine.

Thomas's breath caught as Alex slid closer so their thighs pressed together. He turned sideways and hooked his ankle around Thomas's as if he were about to roll over and straddle him. First, though, Alex took the time to touch the back of Thomas's neck. Alex played with the short hairs there as he looked him up and down.

“You got hotter.”

Thomas blushed. “You were always hot,” he murmured. Alex had only been a couple years older, but by god, he'd looked twenty before he was even out of school. That was probably how he'd gotten hired in security right out of high school.

Right when Thomas had been ready to say
yes
to everything Alex meant.

He swallowed back the memory. Strangely, it wasn't hard to do so. The moment was melancholic, not bitter. “Kiss me.”

Alex's lips were on his.

Their lips slid together slowly at first, as if trying to relearn each other. It had been years, after all, and a lot of kisses since then with other men.

That distance was forgotten in seconds. Alex's kiss was sweet at first, all lips rubbing and gentle caresses of teeth against Thomas's lower lip. Then, it grew dirtier. Alex's tongue pressed at Thomas's lip, then teased the tip of Thomas's.

Alex tangled his hand in the hair at the back of Thomas's head. Alex pulled him in, their noses bumping. He pulled back enough to shift his weight until he straddled Thomas's lap.

Thomas burned with heat as he grabbed Alex's shoulder blades to yank him closer. He ran one hand down that muscled back. His hand swooped down the curve of Alex's spine into the small of his back. As Alex shivered, Thomas cupped Alex's ass and squeezed.

Alex moaned his approval. Their fronts pressed together with heat. Too many clothes were in the way, but Thomas appreciated the teasing heat of the warm, solid body against his own. He was breathless as Alex kissed him again, his eyes fluttering closed for a minute to enjoy it.

Alex's cock pressed against his own through layers of denim and fabric.

Oh, Christ. I want it.
Thomas's breath caught in his throat and he rolled his head back to try to keep his chest from heaving. Alex was having none of it, though; he kept kissing Thomas's neck and throat. He was seeking out those spots...

He does remember!

Alex's lips landed just beneath his ear. Thomas's body jolted and shuddered with pleasure. His cock was achingly hard already, but it twitched particularly at that move. Gentle sucking against the spot made nerves spark to life. His fingertips tingled as Alex moaned and pulled back.

“C-Come upstairs,” Thomas whispered. He pushed at the solid weight of Alex's body until Alex decided to shift and stand up. Alex's hand gripped his to pull him up to his feet, and Thomas appreciated it. Being hauled around by him was scorching hot. Like he needed anything else to daydream about.

“I'd be glad to. Show me the way.”

Thomas strode up the stairs. He hadn't even made it to the third step before he Alex's hands cupped his ass and swatted it.

“Oi,” Thomas laughed, but he was grinning too hard.

“It's just right
there
,” Alex protested, following close behind him. “I can't help but admire it.”

Thomas shook his head again and tried to speed up his pace. His heart pounded with arousal and thrill and... joy.

This was
fun
. They'd barely even made out, yet already, he was having more fun than with some stranger from a dating site.

Then he stumbled, adrenaline rushing to his head. He grabbed for the hand rail and the wall, his foot sliding off the step.

A strong arm had him around the waist and hauled him back to his feet. Alex's other hand was on his chest, helping him straighten up. “Careful there,” Alex teased. “I don't want to use my first aid training.”

“Of course you have first aid training,” Thomas grumbled. He deflected attention from his racing heart and flushed cheeks. His already-hard cock pulsed and throbbed, the sudden shock giving him an extra little blood flow.

“I can give you mouth-to-mouth.”

Thomas reached the top of the stairs. Alex still had his fingers hooked through Thomas's belt loops to keep him close. He rolled his eyes at Alex. “I don't want to bust a lung.”

“Just a nut.”

“Alex!” Thomas's cheeks were hot, but he laughed despite himself. “Christ, you've got the same old attitude.”

Alex winked. “I think that was your favorite part of me. Well, second-favorite.”

Thomas grabbed Alex and shoved him through the doorway. He kicked the bedroom door shut. “Get in here and shut up.”

“Gladly,” Alex whispered. He pinned Thomas against the door. Their bodies burned as they both moaned through the silence of the bedroom. The light wasn't even on yet. Alex already grabbed Thomas's hands, lacing their fingers together... He pulled both hands above Thomas's head to pin him there and kiss him slow and
filthy
.

“Hnnh,” Thomas moaned through the kiss, pushing forward to suck on Alex's lips. He couldn't breathe already, his body burning with need. “Fuck...”

“Wha'?” Alex whispered and kissed. His breath was warm on Thomas's swollen lips. He ground his hard cock against Thomas's, through their jeans.

Thomas shook his head. He didn't even know what to ask for; his mind spun too much. Hazy memories of the Alex before were gone now. It was all
this
Alex, here and hot, his body hard all over and eyes twinkling with mischief. “You're a cocky bastard.”

“Mmhmm.” Alex yanked him away from the door, steering him over to the bed. It was all Thomas could do to grab Alex's shoulders and pull him along when Alex pushed him down on the bed. They fell together, their legs tangling for a moment, hands already pushing at each other's clothes.

Thomas couldn't stop watching Alex's body as it was revealed, piece by piece, once again. His chest rippled with new muscles. His stomach, tense with arousal showed off at least a six-pack. His nipples poked through the cool bedroom air. They just begged to be sucked.

Thomas fought his shirt off and tossed it aside, watching Alex's eyes darken with hunger and scan him from head to toe.

“You always were, but you're still fuckin' hot,” Alex whispered. “Just wanna eat you up.”

The delicious promise had Thomas's toes curling into the bed. He wouldn't complain if Alex wanted to suck him off first or kiss him all over... tease him...

“You can do whatever you like,” Thomas murmured. “As long as you fuck me, too.”

Alex's eyes widened as he caught Thomas's eyes. “Really?” So he remembered their history as well as Thomas.

“I like it,” Thomas nodded.

Alex snorted. “I told you you would. How long did you wait?”

“'Til I went to Halifax... two years after you left.” For the first time, the words didn't even have a barb behind them.

Alex raised his eyebrows, then leaned down to kiss Thomas's chest. “Was it worth the wait?”

“Not really.”

Alex barked with sudden, surprised laughter. Thomas's brutal honesty had always been a great source of pleasure for him. “Oh. Sorry.” He licked around Thomas's nipple, then kissed his chest back up to the hollow at the base of Thomas's throat.

“It's okay. It got better and better. I like it now,” Thomas murmured. “I just don't... hook up a lot these days. I had a year or two of it in Halifax, and that was it.”

Alex looked thoughtful. Thomas leaned in to grab his cheeks and tilt his head up to kiss those beautiful, pink lips. “What?”

“I've... been cutting back, too,” Alex admitted. “I did a lot in Ontario, and...” he trailed off, then just kissed Thomas instead.

Thomas understood. He'd always suspected a part of Alex was compensating for some hidden fears. Like he tried to prove to himself that he deserved the ego he had. There was a man behind that cocky facade that wanted to settle down... someday.

Alex was avoiding eye contact, so Thomas took the pressure off. “You gonna take my jeans off or make me rut against you like we're in the backseat of your car again?”

“Demanding,” Alex grinned. He grabbed Thomas's belt and pulled it open. Those broad, yet graceful hands worked quickly. He teased the zipper down and stripped the fabric from Thomas's tingling skin. Alex pulled underwear and socks down with jeans to leave him naked.

Thomas didn't feel vulnerable for a second. Instead, he grabbed at Alex's belt, too, and popped it open, then his jeans button, then the buttons of his fly. Alex bucked with his hands to help him get the fabric down to his mid-thighs, then took over to kick everything off.

Alex was hard already, his cock bobbing free in the air. Thomas had almost forgotten how fuckin' big he was. It was impossible to miss when that thick length rubbed against the inside of his hip and his inner thigh. Alex settled down on top of him to kiss him a few more times.