Not That Type of Guy by Sara York
Aiden Jackson took the disposable cell phone out of his pocket, plugged in his earpiece and answered the call. ?Go.? Aiden spoke with his lips in a thin line, dark sunglasses covering his eyes as he searched the bustle of people waiting for their train at the Waterloo Station in London.
?They know someone?s here,? Chuck said, his voice whisper quiet.
?Shit, they on to me?? Aiden took off his shades and picked up a book. He leafed through the pages, acting the part of bored tourist on holiday.
?No, I can see you, and you?re good.?
Aiden put down the book and moved through the little shops, exploring the crap for sale, wishing he were anywhere else but here. Maybe on a beach, or playing golf even, though he hated the game. This close to the end of a mission always made him jumpy. If he were on a beach, he would have the satisfaction of another successful operation notched on his belt.
?You?ve got someone tailing you now.? Chuck?s voice sent a shiver through Aiden.
An untrained person would turn to find their tail or they would run. Hell, even a semi-normal person would roll his shoulders, but Aiden did nothing. After flipping a few more pages in the book, he put it down and picked up another.
?Any ideas??
?Yeah, but you?re not gonna like it,? Chuck said.
?Tell me.?
?Fuck no; just meet me in the men?s room two stores to your left. And go with whatever I do.?
Aiden dropped the book and headed out of the store. Chuck could start a fight or act like they were old friends. Twice before he?d worked with Chuck, and everything had gone according to plan. Of course Chuck wasn?t the guy?s name. Hell, none of them knew the real identities of the other operatives, too dangerous.
He passed a group of people and a few other travellers. The eyes of his watcher were on him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he passed by a squat stocky guy of eastern descent. Pakistani?
Aiden pushed open the bathroom door, surprised when Chuck grabbed his hand and yanked him into the back stall. Chuck turned the flimsy lock on the door, closing them in the small space. Chuck?s hands were on Aiden?s chest, caressing his nipples through his shirt. Anger brewed deep in Aiden?s belly. His phone screeched and he turned it off, checking his watch for the time.
Chuck?s tongue teased Aiden?s nipple through the cloth. Aiden wanted to yank Chuck?s blond wig, pull him away and ask what the fuck he was doing, but the main bathroom door swung open, and the clip-clop of dress shoes echoed in the tiled room.
Was it the guy following them?
Chuck gazed into Aiden?s eyes, and a small smirk tilted his lips before he slanted his mouth across Aiden?s.
What the fuck?
Aiden froze. The extensive shit he?d suffered through in SEAL training, and then with the CIA, helped him keep his cool as the guy invaded his space, kissed him and touched his body like a girl would. Chuck?s tongue probed Aiden?s lips, demanding entrance. For a moment, Aiden wavered on accepting the kiss. He couldn?t do it. It went against everything he?d fought to keep hidden.
His darkest desires were playing out in this kiss. The lust he?d kept in check, the dreams that haunted him, all here, wrapped up in this one fleeting moment of joined lips that was a joke to Chuck, but a fulfillment of desires for Aiden. His breath came in halting gasps as Chuck licked at the slit of his lips. It felt so good. Aiden opened his mouth, admitting Chuck?s thick tongue.
A hint of spice and dark chocolate fired on Aiden?s taste buds, drugging him with the heady clutch of Chuck's embrace. The kiss deepened and Aiden felt a bubble of excitement build in his chest. Mother of God, I fucking like this!
Where the prosthetics weren?t disguising Aiden?s features, the scrape of Chuck?s beard made his skin tingle. A rush of desire flooded his body and zipped straight to his cock. Their tongues warred as Chuck pulled him in close, trapping him in a cocoon of unfamiliar lust and desire.
Aiden barely registered the footsteps of the guy chasing them. He didn?t pay attention to the man outside the stall and when the door burst open from a solid kick, Aiden jumped.
Chuck broke the kiss, his glare deadly. ?Do you fucking mind?? he spit out at the intruder.
Aiden kept his face adverted as shame burned through his veins. He should look at the guy, but embarrassment flooded him. Keep it hidden, deny everything. At the last minute he glanced at the guy, trying his best to keep his face covered with his hand as he studied the man following them. His muscles tightened and his cock brushed up against Chuck?s belly, leaving him confused. The shame almost overwhelmed him as his father?s bigoted accusations came back to haunt him.
Chuck pushed the door closed and fumbled with Aiden?s zipper. Cold air shocked Aiden?s senses as Chuck reached in and scooped his dick out of his-body warmed underwear.
Aiden gasped, almost choking on his own spit. Chuck dropped to his knees and sucked Aiden into his mouth. Chuck?s tongue rasped against Aiden?s foreskin, pulling it away from the tip of his uncut cock.
Aiden wanted to push Chuck away. He wanted to have the strength to demand Chuck stop, but he didn?t. Every errant desire he ever had was being fulfilled right now. Maybe it was the operation, the excitement of almost being caught by their enemies, or maybe it was the rough scrape of stubble against his thighs, or the prickle of Chuck?s fake moustache on his rod. Whatever the reason, Aiden fingers sought out Chuck?s thick hair, recoiling a bit at the feel of the wig?s weave. He clutched onto Chuck?s ears and pushed the guys face into his crotch as he face-fucked his mission partner.
The rush of blood to his cock and balls was more powerful than when he was with a woman. His heart thundered in his ears, making him dizzy. Aiden closed his eyes and threw back his head, no longer caring a guy was giving him the best head of his life. Fuck, I?m face-fucking a guy!
His balls rose high and tightness pulled at his stomach, sending waves of hot and cold down his legs. His knees wanted to buckle, but he wouldn?t fall to the floor.
Outside the stall he heard the enemy speaking on his cell phone. ?No, it?s just two faggots dicking together.?
Heat washed over Aiden?s body. It was as if his father were here, judging him of the crime. I?m not a fucking faggot.
Messing around with Chuck felt better than any girly fuck he?d ever done before. Every muscle of his body tightened, his orgasm built. He didn?t want to think about what his father would say or whom he was doing, but he couldn?t help but marvel at the strength of Chuck?s shoulders as his dick leaked pre-come down the guy?s throat.
Chuck reached around and spread Aiden?s checks, brushing his fingers along the crease of Aiden?s ass. The sensation took Aiden by surprise, causing his heart to pump wildly.
?Damn, that?s good.? Aiden felt heat creeping over his face. Why had he spoken out loud?
Then Chuck did something Aiden thought he would never be brave enough to allow anyone to do. One finger, then another, slid into Aiden?s ass, pushing past his tight ring of muscles. He gulped in a breath, shocked at the pain.
?Awe...Fuck.? Aiden couldn?t stop the rush of come jetting from his balls and down Chuck?s throat.
The guy searching for them escaped the restroom, but not before telling them to get a room.
Chuck nursed Aiden's dick, draining all of his seed and swallowing it with a satisfied moan. The man crawled up Aiden?s body, lips scorching a path over his abs and his pecs. A final kiss seared Aiden?s brain with images of scruffy beards, strong muscles and rough sex, and the taste of his own semen.
The kiss ended and Aiden checked his watch, worried they were late for their train. FuckityFuckFuckFuck. Only a minute thirty-six and he?d popped his fucking cork and shot his jizz down Chuck?s throat. How the hell had he blown his load so fast, and with a guy too?
The last time he had sex he almost thought he wasn?t going to reach orgasm. Hell, he hadn?t been with a chick in months, many months, which explained everything. The private desires he had weren?t for real, just pent up lust. The need for release had him hot and bothered. No gayness at all, just desire making his dick hard and his balls full.
Liar, liar.
He checked his watch again, sure he?d spent longer kissing the dude and letting the guy suck his rod than a minute thirty-six. Never had he blown his load under three minutes, and here he was going off like a kid in heat in half the time.
?Time to hustle.? Chuck?s voice broke into his thoughts.
Aiden shook his head and stored his package, zipping up his jeans without looking Chuck in the eye. Aiden dialed Chuck as they left the bathroom and moved to separate parts of the platform, their conversation all business, ignoring the moments earlier when Chuck had sucked Aiden off so quickly.
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