A Bid For Love

Scott was all game.
    The slightest pop of those butter gloves against his flank nearly made Scott levitate off the bed. He cursed. "Babe!" Had Asher done that before he reduced Scott to a rather sticky puddle on the bed, Scott would have come just from that. He cursed again from the thought.
    The heat in Asher's eyes sent a shiver working from where those elegant fair fingers gripped Scott's leg clear up to his scalp. "Side table drawer, my love. Very fast, or I'll lay that leather on your ass this time." Evil grin came back, lighting Asher's face all over again. "Unless, of course, that's what you want."
    Scott did. But more so when he wasn't nearly used up. Still, he shuddered for Asher and took his time following Asher's order. A bit of a sting would feel glorious.
    How Asher could aim that well, just the barest tip of those gloves snapping against Scott's ass, Scott didn't know or much care. He grinned and made a show of fishing in the drawer for a condom and got rewarded with a broader swat, gentled enough to only sting, but covering more very awake nerve cells. Never had a bit of spanking felt so damn good!
    "I'm hurrying." Even Scott's voice sounded lazy as he took the time to look back at Asher. Damn, but imp suited Asher well. An arched eyebrow just before another well-aimed and calculated swat had Scott moving against that perfectly toned ass sitting atop him. "Really, I am."
    The rather vivid and profane threat if Scott didn't get his ass in gear instilled far more laughter than fear.
    "You're right adorable when you curse at me, darlin'." He held out the condom. "And regardless of what you say, I'm better than anything you could ride." Heat overflowed as the implications of that hit Scott. His voice turned breathy and soft. "Ride me, honey. Let me feel the way you want me so much."
    God, the sight of Asher sliding the condom over rampant desire was just too gorgeous. Everything about his lover left Scott reeling. Especially when that brown felt hat still tipped low over one eye, the same one always half-hidden by that fall of gold hair. Just hot damn!
    Or so he thought until Asher's hard desire eased into him. His vision blurred from the intensity of being joined to Asher again, of that look on his lover's face. Dear God! He sent up a prayer of thankfulness that he'd already come once so he could experience Asher with a relatively clear head. Shit! Gripped by desire and love, his darling seemed illuminated from within.
    "Lord, you feel good! Scott..."
    Never again would Scott see a horse and rider without picturing this grace and fluid motion, purest freedom, as Asher took them both over the edge in measured thrusts. Utter bliss closed those eyes and Scott's own name shuddered over Asher's lips, a shiver working up over that beloved form. The brown Stetson dislodged and landed on the floor as Asher sank into Scott's arms, sated and boneless. "I love you, my sweetheart."
    "I know. If I didn't already believe it, you just proved it." Scott held Asher tight. That urge for pure mush overcame the smart-ass remark he could have made. "Top man in my heart, darlin'. Always."
    "Always." Asher nestled up against his shoulder, soft lips still tracing a lazy path over Scott's skin. "God, Scott, I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you for teaching me to play. That was the most fun I think I've ever had in my entire life."
    Scott laughed, exhausted now, but too happy to give in to it just yet. "I'm just getting started, darlin'. You got a whole 'nother part of that entire life ahead of you. I intend to see it's full of fun and laughter and all the stuff you've been missing." Come hell or Al Qaeda . Scott would see to that.

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    An early morning stakeout. Not exactly his first choice, since the night before he and Scott talked for two hours and then ended up loving each other senseless again before they fell asleep in each other's arms. But one got used to Bureau hours. Asher downed the last of his coffee, squeezed Scott's hand once, and got out of his car to head over to where the team waited for them, praying more coffee waited for him.
    Holly grinned, her bright face telling him she really did approve his choice in lovers. He managed a gentle smile for her before facing their unit lead. "What's the plan for this exceptionally early hour?" The touch of dawn in the sky only pained him and he reached for his sunglasses.
    "Standard surveil at the cafe. One car, one van, one agent outside with a pen-cam." Noah