Badges

and shirt, he slipped condoms and lube into his overnight bag, smiling as he did so. The last thing he did was bring the mail in and scan it for anything important before he flew out the door.

    Kurt made himself a drink and settled down onto the soft sofa. It felt funny to be drinking while waiting for a man to show up for sex, but the last forty-eight hours had been rough, and he needed to relax. The only question was whether or not he could wait until later to jump Phil’s good-looking bones and make hot, sweet monkey love. When the doorbell rang, Kurt flew to the door and found Phil standing there with his bag and suit.

    “Come in; that was pretty quick!” Kurt said.

    “Thanks. Wanted to get a shower and get my stuff over here so we could settle in for a nice evening.”

    “Sounds good to me, guy. Here, give me your suit; I’ll hang it here in the guest bedroom, where I hope it gets lonely without you until morning.”

    Phil just grinned and put his bag down in the bedroom, unpacking just a few things but leaving others tucked away right where they were.

    “Is that a drink this early in the day? It’s not even six o’clock yet,” Phil asked, feigning disgust.

    “Yeah, sure is; wanna join me?”

    “Hell yeah. Rum and Coke if you got it.”

    “I got.”

    Phil slipped on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt and headed into the small living room, where he was met by Kurt with his drink. They sipped their drinks and sat down on the sofa.

    “I’m so damn glad this trip is over. Talk about an adrenaline rush last night. I didn’t know if we would be in a firefight or what the deal was when that damn code word came in.”

    “Tell me about it! I was the one who answered the phone calmly only to get one of the top three dreaded code words. The bad guys sure hate the boss, don’t they?”

    “Hell yeah, they do. I’m really not surprised that he still looked pissed when we got off at Andrews. His man didn’t look pleased either,” Phil said.

    “Yeah, cool, isn’t it? We work to protect a gay President and his live-in boyfriend—very affirming for us and the gay community.”

    “Yeah, and talk about two hot damn men! I bet Thompson can throw one hell of a bed party.”

    “The better question is, can you?” Kurt said as he ran a hand down Phil’s arm.

    Phil set his drink down, moved over next to Kurt, and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met softly, without hurry, as they savored the feeling of touching and the meaning behind the kiss. They parted and looked into each other’s eyes, and both men felt stirrings in their shorts.

    “Hmm, are we going to continue this or wait until a decent hour for decent folks to make love?” Kurt asked.

    “Who says we’re decent? When it comes to a hot guy, I lose my sense of propriety. However, we can be indecent more than one time a day, no?”

    “True, and my gun reloads easily,” Kurt said as he brushed lips once more with his work partner.

    “This is all right, isn’t it? I mean, we work together, and I’d hate to have hard feelings and be unable to work with you or something,” Phil asked with concern.

    Kurt stood up and pulled his T-shirt off and dropped his gym shorts, leaving him standing there in a very brief pair of Andrew Christian shorts that looked incredible on the Secret Service agent’s sculpted body. “I love to have hard feelings when it comes to you,” Kurt said seductively.

    Phil looked Kurt’s body up and down and settled on the growing bulge. He reached out and fondled the objects of his desire, letting out a low growl.

    “Fuck,” Kurt groaned. “You know you can’t do that and expect me to do anything other than grab you and take you to bed.”

    “So what’s stopping you?” Phil asked.

    “Not a damn thing,” Kurt replied and took a long drink of his cocktail. “Bring that with you,” Kurt said as he picked up his own drink and led the way to the bedroom. “Otherwise the ice will be all melted by the time you come back out here.”

    Kurt flipped on the ceiling fan, pulled back the fresh sheets on the bed, and slipped off his shorts, freeing his cock and balls.

    “You know, I’ve seen your equipment many times on the road, but not in this condition,” Phil said, nodding towards Kurt’s crotch.

    “Yeah, well, it’s all yours, stud,” Kurt replied while getting on the bed.

    Phil slipped down his shorts and kicked them up in the air. He walked to the bed and moved his dick directly in