Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

only American on their team, and Shon, Westernized more than the others due to his years in boarding school in New England, had caught on to Augie's uncanny resemblance to Ricky Schroeder of '80s sitcom fame and not the more recent, and much cooler, NYPD Blue days.
    Augie couldn't hold back his lopsided grin. The man had dimples Augie wanted to explore with his tongue. Shon was playing with him, teasing, as if it had been eight hours and not eight months since they last saw each other. Augie ran through his mental highlight reel of the nights they'd spent together in Frankfurt. "How about a remix of the Monte Carlo night?"
    Shon burst into laughter, put his hands on either side of Augie's face, and pulled him in for a wet, hot kiss. "An hour and a half isn't enough time to repeat that performance properly."
    Augie swallowed hard. "Fuck it. Just come with me."
    They never had a problem getting started. When Augie—tired, annoyed, and jetlagged—first landed in Germany, Shon had been the first person to greet him as he pushed through immigration and customs. The Society sent the SRPU captain because a renowned security consultant was supposed to be arriving at the same time. As it was, Augie was the only one to show at the airport that day. The consultant had slept through his alarm and missed his flight. Augie and Shon had ended up in the shower at the hotel, then on the tiny, impractical couch, then the bed, and finally, collapsed into unconsciousness together. Augie still wasn't quite clear on how it had happened so fast. All he knew was that Shon could convince him to do just about anything when he flashed that smile.
    Augie stood and pulled Shon toward the tent, their fingers intertwined. Augie glanced over his shoulder at Shon and squeezed his hand. Shon raised the twist of their hands and kissed Augie's palm. There was something intoxicatingly beautiful about the play between Augie's subtle California surfer's tan and the deep blackness of Shon's Maasai heritage. Physically, they couldn't have been more different. Augie was short, rail thin, dark blond hair, blue eyes, a smattering of darker chest hair which Shon loved to coil his fingers into. Shon was well over six feet, lithe, muscled, brown eyes which were darkly aware but never foreboding. There was an ease and elegance to the way Shon moved. He was confident, well-trained, capable, yet affable. And smart. So wickedly smart. Augie had always considered himself intelligent, and he was the smartest man in the room most places he went. But Shon had an innate knowledge which allowed him to see strategies and connections where no one else could. It was why he was the new captain of the SRPU's aerial unit and one of the things Augie had discovered was the sexiest about his Maasai warrior.
    His.
    Fuck.
    Augie smiled shyly and blushed, glad his back was to Shon. He couldn't imagine how Shon would take being possessed by anyone.
    Before they were even through the tent flap, Augie felt himself being turned around, his arm pinned behind his back, and his chest pulled against the roughness of the SRPU's green uniform. Shon slid the unbuttoned shirt off Augie's shoulders, clasped Augie's wrists together, and pushed into the small of his back to thrust their groins together. Shon bent his head and kissed down Augie's neck. He gripped Augie's wrists tightly, skirting the edge of pain. Shon's eagerness made Augie ache, firm against the softness of the cotton sweat pants. Heat. Friction. Possession. This was Shon.
    Dominant, but never domineering.
    Shon continued to push Augie back toward the cot in the corner of the small space. There was a line of clothes, which Augie had shed in a sleepy haze the night before, leading to the bed. Shon chuckled as he maneuvered around the scattered piles. He bent his head and took Augie's nipple into his mouth, licking at the bud until Augie moaned. His heartbeat pulsed in his chest, in his dick, and in his wrists, which were still captured in Shon's rough, skilled hands.
    Augie leaned close and took Shon's earlobe into his mouth, rolling it against his front teeth, nipping at it while his ragged breath echoed in Shon's ear. It was Shon's weak spot, and Augie was happy to exploit it. Shon moaned and snaked his free hand around Augie's waist. "Don't do that if you want this to last." It was a threat. A deep, growling, groin-tightening threat.
    Augie cocked his head and studied Shon. "I don't want to last. I want you to taste me," he