Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (short story to read txt) 📕

got lost looking into a sea of blue that wasn’t that of a stranger anymore. “Garrick...”

The man kissed him while murmuring words of love, and Devlin trembled as his body pulled tight all over and then released every contracted muscle at once. He gasped as his rectum repeatedly clamped and let go of Garrick’s deeply-tucked cock, and he keened an inhuman sound when, without any hint of internal warning, he came, spilling his seed onto his stomach in spurting streams.

While Devlin rode the wave, he didn’t blink or break away from Garrick’s burning gaze. “Let me feel it,” Devlin said, brushing his breath over Garrick’s lips. He let go of the cabinet handles and grazed his fingertips over Garrick’s cheeks and forehead, down the bridge of his nose and over his reddened mouth, memorizing every inch with touch as well as sight. “Come inside me.”

Garrick’s pupils flared and took over the ring of blue. “Yes.” He burrowed his hands under Devlin’s thighs to his buttocks and lifted him right off the counter. He moved fast and shoved Devlin into the refrigerator with the force of his bigger frame, nailing Devlin there with a driving stab of his cock that felt like it went right through Devlin’s tender ass straight to his heart. Not letting up, Garrick took possession of Devlin’s mouth and staked a claim with his tongue just as aggressively as he did with his dick. “Yes.” He panted the word with each thrust of his hips. “Yes.” His fucking rocked the refrigerator and sent magnets and slips of paper dropping to the floor. “Yes.”

Devlin held onto Garrick, gloried in the pounding, even bumped his passage up into it, all the while looking into Garrick’s eyes. Devlin squeezed his thighs and rectal muscles, trapping Garrick within on a deep in-stroke. He licked his man’s nose and said, “Yes.”

Garrick shuddered, and it looked like he struggled to breathe. Distress seemed to consume him, but suddenly he jerked, shouted hoarsely, and fused his forehead to Devlin’s. “Mine,” slipped past Garrick’s lips with breathless softness just as a spurt of wet heat filled Devlin’s ass. Garrick held absolutely still, Devlin in his clutches with his back fused to the fridge door, both men pulsing where they were connected as Garrick warmed Devlin’s channel with endless lines of cum.

Afterward, they might have stayed there tangled in each other for five minutes or it might have been an hour, Devlin didn’t know. He didn’t want to be the first to look or break away. Eventually, though, his thighs and lower back did make their displeasure at his cramped position painfully clear. He winced, and Garrick acted the second it happened. One step backward on Garrick’s part peeled Devlin off the fridge. He pried his fingers from Devlin’s buttocks, gently lowered him to the floor, and in doing so, his cock slipped out of Devlin’s tender ass.

“Sorry.” Red slashed across Garrick’s cheekbones. “I got a little carried away.”

Devlin twisted side-to-side and then walked the length of the one-room apartment, working out the kinks in his muscles. “It’s okay,” he said, and grinned at a stunning, naked Garrick from over his shoulder. “I liked that you did.”

“What do you need?” Garrick rushed to Devlin’s side. “I can run you a shower.” In two big strides, Garrick reached inside a darkened space and flipped a switch, flooding the smaller room with harsh light, revealing a sink and what had to be the bathroom. “Or I could give you a heating pad to use.” Garrick broke away quickly and tore open a door. “I found it in the closet when I first moved in.”

Devlin put a hand on Garrick’s arm, and the man turned to face him, empty-handed.

Now comes the hardest part.

Devlin tried to make his smile an encouraging one but also didn’t take a step back and give this man any running room. “What I need right now, more than anything, are some answers. Who are you Gradyn Denny Garrick Connell Langley?” He squeezed the man’s forearm, begging in more ways than one. “I think it’s time I know the truth about what the hell happened five years ago and what the fuck has you running so scared right now.”

The man visibly trembled, but he took a breath, and held in place. “Today, I’m Garrick Langley, and I’m a mechanic,” Garrick answered, his voice bland. “But Gradyn Connell used to work for the San Diego Police Department and then was recruited and did undercover work for California’s Bureau of Investigation and Intelligence. Shortly after our weekend together, he got a gig working with the FBI. That’s when everything slowly went to shit,” Garrick’s Adam’s apple moved in a visible wave as he swallowed, “and Gradyn Connell had to die.”

Chapter Eleven

Police? CBI? Fucking FBI too?

Devlin’s head spun with the new information ... and the matter-of-fact way this man looked and sounded as he delivered it. Devlin glanced at the stony, still nearly blank expression shaping Garrick’s face and stuffed down a scream that would wake up the entire neighborhood. As an antidote to his frustration, he started to pace.

“I don’t understand.” Devlin scrubbed his face and tunneled his fingers through his hair, pushing the damp stuff off his forehead. “You told me you did outreach work with gangs in Oakland.”

“No,” more of that careful, even tone droned out of Garrick, “I made a vague statement about working with gangs and that I lived in Oakland. You drew your own conclusion.”

Devlin whipped his head around to face Garrick at that.

“And I let you,” Garrick added with a shrug. “It’s what you do when you work undercover; you don’t tell people the facts about your job.” His lips thinned to a pale, hard line. “You don’t even tell your family, let alone a guy you picked up in a bar for a quickie.”

“Undercover?” Devlin couldn’t even care about the quickie comment coldly mixed in with so much other jaw-dropping information. A fast, easy lay was the unvarnished fact of being