Bad Idea: Stonewall Investigations - Miami Page 11

  I didn’t have to tell Jonah all that, though.

  “I love it.” Jonah still had that awe-filled look in his eyes as he went back to his spot on the floor.

  “Thanks,” I said and went to put the shirt back on.

  “You can leave it off, you know, in case… I don’t know… you’re too hot or something.” Jonah wasn’t looking at me, but I suspected me leaving my shirt off had nothing to do with temperature.

  “It is a little stuffy, huh?” I left the shirt on the floor and went over to the window, clicking open the latch and sliding it open. Instantly, a cool ocean breeze broke through, along with the not-so-distant sounds of a city still awake.

  “And where’s the Fox nickname from?”

  It seemed as if Jonah was on a roll with the personal questions. Part of me bristled. I quickly calmed that part down. The speed at which I was beginning to trust Jonah was surprising, but it was also extremely refreshing.

  Besides, I wasn’t going too deep anyway.

  “When I was deployed, there was a little fox, had to be barely weened off his mom, and it attached to me like a shadow for a couple of weeks. I started leaving my leftovers for the little guy and then I’d find he was leaving me dead rats by my tent every night.”

  Jonah and I both laughed at the sign of mutual affection that crossed species lines: a gift of food.

  “At first the other guys started calling the fox ‘Gabe’ as a joke and then realized I should be called Fox, so that the little guy wouldn’t get confused. Obviously.”

  “Very considerate of them,” Jonah said, chuckling. His blue eyes seemed to scan me, almost as if he were studying me, painting me into his memory.

  Nah… why would he be doing that?

  “Well, it suits you. Fox. I like that name. Plus, the reason behind it makes me want to donate to the ASCPA.”

  I laughed some more, finding it to be a common thing when Jonah was around.

  We chatted some more about the friendly fox named Gabe before we got back to playing our game, pulling cards and being careful not to be the one who broke the circle. I caught Jonah glancing at my chest a handful of times, and each of those instances made my cock twitch. Time was flying by, the drinks were disappearing, and my cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and laughing I was doing.

  “Oh, looks like I get to make another rule,” Jonah said, holding up the card he had pulled. There was a spark of something in his bright blue eyes, which were getting a little clouded from the alcohol. He went to speak but snapped his mouth shut before any actual words came out.

  “Nope, forget it, um…”

  “What were you about to say? What was the rule?”

  “It was dumb. I have to think of a new one.”

  “I doubt it was dumb. What was it, Jonah? Come on, I made us bark like dogs before every drink. Your idea can’t be stupider than that.”

  His face cracked into a smile. “No, it’s not as dumb as that.”

  “Then?” I was curious. What was Jonah thinking that made him blush like a ripe little cherry.

  “Fine, fine!” Jonah clapped his hands. “The rule is that whenever you drink… you’ve got to take off an article of clothing.” He looked at me before shaking his head. “See, crazy. Dumb idea. Instead, maybe we can—”

  “No, the stripping sounds fine. Let’s do it.”

  It definitely sounds fine to me… but Jonah’s straight, right?

  …Hm.

  “What? No, we work toge—we can’t. I don’t think…” Jonah was fumbling for words, his cheeks even redder now.

  It made an already growing flame inside me light up brighter.

  “Please, I was overseas with a bunch of sweaty guys who made competitions out of pissing on random things and swinging their dicks like Ferris wheels whenever they got bored. I’ve seen tons of penis. One more won’t hurt.”

  He was laughing, but his face was still flushed red. Jonah arched a brow and chewed his lip, as if he couldn’t really believe what was happening. I couldn’t either. The warm river of rum and beer flowing through my veins blurred all logical thoughts and made this seem almost dream-like.

  “All right, fine, that’s the new rule, then. Draw a card, Fox.”

  The way he said my name made the base of my spine spark. “A six.” I showed him the card.

  “Dicks,” Jonah said, the next part of the rhyme.

  “Both of us drink.”

  “And both of us take off a piece of clothing,” Jonah said, already working his shirt over his head.

  “That’s not fair, I already started at a disadvantage.” I looked down at my bare chest, mainly to avoid uncontrollably ogling the shirtless Jonah now sitting in front of me.

  “You can skip this round.” His voice brought my eyes back up. Jonah was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his chest on full display. I snuck a quick peek. My mouth instantly started to water. Jonah was a snack.

  Nah, fuck that, he was a full-course meal and then some.

  His chest was strong, and his nipples were the perfect size to suck on. I wanted to lay him back and kiss a trail up his flat stomach.

  “Your turn.” Jonah nodded at the thin ring of cards, not that many were left, but somehow, miraculously, neither of us had broken the circle.

  I stood up before I pulled out a card. “Hold on, I’m not skipping any round.” I pulled down my shorts and pushed them to the side.

  Jonah’s eyes opened wide. “You’re actually… okay, yup.”

  “Did you think we were going to stop at our shirts?” I sat back down, smirking. I should have felt exposed, bare. I was sitting in only a pair of gray briefs that were having a difficult time containing everything I was carrying, and I was across from a man who I’d just met and also just hired. I should have felt ridiculous. I shouldn’t have been doing this.

  But all I felt was a blinding excitement. It was a thrill that had a vise grip around my gut. I felt the excitement traveling through my nerves, building up inside me, a pressure I’d never really felt before.

  We drank, and then I drew a card. It was a two which meant I got to choose. I pointed at Jonah, who nodded as if he knew it was going to happen. He drank and then got up on his feet. He dropped his pants, grabbed them, and folded them to put on the nearby chair. I snuck as many glances as I could, admiring the way his bright blue underwear hugged the round globes of his ass, and how the head of his cock was visible through the thin blue fabric.

  So he’s circumcised…

  Another wave of “I shouldn’t be doing this” hit me then. This one was stronger. I took a breath, the liquor inside me making my brain resemble a slug’s. Jonah sat down, a devilish smirk playing on his face. In that moment, I didn’t see someone who I’d just met or someone who I’d just hired.

  I saw someone who I’d known a dozen of prior lives before. Someone I’d traveled worlds with, and bent time and space with. Someone who had already reached inside me and captured what needed to be captured, all before we had ever even met.

  There was nothing wrong about this. Not right now, not to me.

  “Go,” he said, still smirking, hands on his knees.

  I pulled out a card. “Aw fuck,” I said and broke the circle.

  “Oooohh,” Jonah added dramatically. He reached into the center where the double shot of rum was waiting. He gave it a swirl, sniffed it, gagged, and then handed it to me with an even bigger smile on his face. “Enjoy,” he said.

  “Thank you so much.” The sarcasm was strong. “So, so much.”

  I grabbed the glass, and without thinking about it too much, I put the glass to my lips and tilted my head back, the rum sliding down my throat. I managed to down the entire double shot, putting the glass down and shaking my entire body as the flavor and effect hit me. I wiped my mouth, and Jonah laughed.

  “Don’t laugh for too long,” I said, showing him the card I had drawn. “It’s an eight.”

  “Choose a mate.” Jonah’s cheeks lifted, dimples appearing. “G
ee, I wonder who you’re going to choose.” He looked around the room, a hand over his brow as though he were searching a crowd.

  “Cheers,” I said, clearly choosing Jonah as my drinking mate. Our cups clinked and we drank.

  “That also means…” Jonah looked down at his blue briefs.

  “These come off,” I said, already starting to stand up. I hitched my fingers under the waistband of my briefs and tugged, pulling them down. My cock and balls flopped out, which I tried covering with a hand to try and be modest, but one hand wasn’t going to do much.

  “Right… yep. My turn.”

  “You don’t hav—”

  Jonah’s underwear was off and set to the side. He stood there, not using any hands to hide himself. It felt almost like… like he wanted me to look at him? To admire him.

  Fuck, I wanted to worship him.

  Jonah’s body was everything. He had a well-groomed crown of dark hair over a thick dick, soft and sitting on top of a pair of nice, full balls. I couldn’t stop myself from envisioning my head between those thick thighs of his, those balls in my mouth, my tongue spelling out his name.

  Calm the fuck down. He’s straight.

  Straight, straight, fucking straight.

  I managed to peel my eyes off his naked form, which… well, he was standing there for a while.

  Did he really want me looking at him?

  When my eyes were off him, and my hand held down my own swelling cock, he sat down.

  “There, now we’re on an even playing field,” Jonah said. I looked his way. He was sitting cross-legged again, the head of his big dick almost touching the floor.

  “Perfect,” I replied, trying to think of naked grandmothers and overflowing cat litter. Whatever the hell I could come up with that would battle the oncoming boner.

  “All right, so I think it’s my turn.” Jonah was smiling. He reached for a card, and showed it. “Seven.”

  “Heaven!” He pointed at the ceiling first with his hands, meaning I had to drink. I let him have it. There was no way I was taking my hand off my cock. I didn’t want Jonah realizing how hard I was getting, the grandmas and cat shit doing nothing to stop the intensifying warm throb under my palm.

  I drank with my free hand and grabbed another card. That was when I noticed I wasn’t the only one dealing with a sudden pole problem. Jonah was rock hard, his dick jutting up and out, and he was doing nothing to hide it.

  He must have realized I was looking at him. “Sorry…”

  And then I realized I was gawking at him.

  Drooling.

  I wiped at my open mouth, shutting it. “Are you kidding? Don’t apologize for that. Shit, if I had a dick like that, I’d have it out and hard as often as I could.”

  Jonah laughed at that, in a bashful kind of way that fanned the furnace full of need in my gut.

  “Besides,” I said, “you aren’t the only one who’s hard.” I moved my hand, my cock springing up. I was already leaking at the tip.

  “Oh.” Jonah’s gaze was glued to my cock. “Oh… wow.” His eyes were wide, his lips parted. And in that moment, Jonah… giggled? A sound that surprised me, and judging by the expression on his face, it surprised him, too. “Shit. That was… exactly something a Gerber baby model would do. God damn it.” Jonah’s face was serious for a brief moment before he started laughing, making me do the same. “Sorry, it’s the first time I see… you know… a hard…—”

  “Cock?”

  “Exactly…” Jonah’s eyes were back down on my dick. The curiosity in his expression was driving me wild. I wanted to stand up, walk over there, and give him a taste of exactly what he wanted.

  But a loud voice was booming past the primal lust: Jonah Brightly is straight and a brand-new coworker. Chill the fuck out.

  Although that erection of his is pointing in the complete opposite direction as “straight”…

  “Do you like what you see?” So much for chilling the fuck out. I grabbed my balls and kept my eyes on Jonah’s, his gaze still down on my leaking dick.

  “I… um… yes. Yes, I do.”

  13 Jonah Brightly

  This was insane. I had lost my mind. The bullet must have damaged way more than the doctors initially thought. That was the only rational explanation for the way I was currently behaving.

  Well, that or the alcohol swirling around in my gut was having its way with me.

  Whatever the reason… I didn’t really care. I was having a good time, and I was feeling things that I had long forgotten about. Nerves that made me giggle like some kind of schoolboy, and a light-headedness that made the world feel as if I was a massive balloon and was simply bouncing across the elastic surface.

  And a lust that… holy fuck, it scorched me. It was a lust that spread out from the base of my spine to my fingertips. Lust that made me see stars and the planets and entirely new dimensions.

  And cock. I was seeing a whole lot of cock.

  “Do you want to help?” Fox asked the question, knowing damn well what my answer was going to be.

  “Yes.” I started to move toward him, crawling. “Please.”

  It was the alcohol. That was all it was. I kept telling myself that as I moved closer to Fox, eyes pinned to his naked form. He looked like nothing I’d ever seen before. Sure, I’d jacked off to gay porn before, and all those men were hot, with their massive dongs and their ten-pack abs. But Fox… he was… holy fuck was Fox something else.

  He was muscular, yes, but not in an intimidating kind of way. His army background was clear in those broad, strong shoulders. They framed a pumped chest with a covering of dark hair that led down over his chiseled stomach, hair that concentrated into a tantalizing happy trail, one that my eyes couldn’t help but follow.

  My stomach lurched. In the way that happened when the butterflies inside of it exploded to life.

  The dark trail of hair led to a trimmed patch of hair that crowned the most magnificent fucking cock I’d ever seen.

  Yeah. It’s the alcohol. Has to be…

  But that’s also a pretty magnificent cock.

  “Huh?” Fox said.

  The butterflies all collapsed dead—heart attacks. I had spoken out loud. “You think this is magnificent?” He looked at me, a devilish, playful smile on his face. He reached down and grabbed a handful, his fist unable to contain the entire thing.

  “I… uh… yeah, I was just…” Going on the fritz again.

  Fox reached out, put a hand on my face. We were so close. The connection was all I needed.

  I pushed forward, body moving seemingly on its own accord. Moments later, my biggest curiosity, my biggest question since I had met this man was answered: how good of a kisser was Fox?

  Turns out, he was really, really good. The answer was apparent by how stiff my cock grew with every whirl of Fox’s tongue around mine. I was on my knees, hands on Fox’s tattooed chest, his lips on mine, and it was fucking bliss.

  My cock throbbed between my legs. I was hard. Rock hard. And so was Fox, a thought that drove me absolutely wild. Knowing how hard he was, how hard I made him, holy… fuck.

  I wanted to do so much more than kiss him. I wanted to do soo much fucking more. My cock throbbed in the air, my balls feeling tight and full. I moaned into Fox’s mouth as I could feel precome slide down the head of my cock, down onto the floor. I moved to sit, our lips still locked.

  “Fuck, Jonah.” Fox said my name like it brought him pleasure. Our kiss was broken, but our connection was concrete. His eyes raked over my naked form, his hands exploring my body.

  I pushed my hips in the air, needing a release. Needing Fox’s hand on my dick, jerking me off. I wanted him any fucking way I could.

  And then one other realization. The last one of the night: I couldn’t do this.

  As much as I wanted to do this, I couldn’t. Fox was a new coworker, he was a new friend, he was a man for fuck’s sake. I never… I mean, I’d wanted to, but I’d nev—

  Fox’s hand wrapped around my co
ck and all thoughts disintegrated in the aftermath. A deliciously soft warmth wrapped around me and instantly drove me wild. His lips found mine again and his tongue probed my mouth, his other hand behind my head, pulling on my hair.

  Inside me was the heat I’d never felt before. As if someone had packaged the sun and all the other stars and dropped it right down in the center of my core and let it burn.

  It was growing stronger.

  Fox began to stroke. I began to moan, louder. My thoughts were jagged, skewed. I couldn’t put a sentence together, but I could acknowledge how good Fox’s fingers traveling my length felt. I was so wet. Fox used all my precome as lube, the slick sound of wet skin on skin filling the space.

  I’d never leaked this much before.

  He continued to stroke. I continued to moan, my eyes shutting tighter. His hand moved down, cupped my balls, massaged and tugged. We were no longer kissing, but his lips were still on me, sucking at my neck, fanning the flames that roared inside me, all around me, between my legs, in my balls.

  He groaned into my neck. The way he was moving, the way he touched me, the way both hands were making my body his temple, one he worshipped at with a fervor reserved for a high priestess… it was unwinding me at a breakneck pace.

  “I’m gonna, oh, fuck, Fox, I’m—”

  I couldn’t say any more. The orgasm tore me in half. I looked down, which was a huge mistake since that put my eyes right down the barrel. Fox’s grip was tight around the base of my cock as it exploded, shooting a rope of come straight into my eyeball. I snapped my eye shut, most likely making the problem worse, but so overwhelmed by pleasure in that moment that nothing else mattered, not even my tentatively damaged eyesight.

  “Oh fuuucck,” Fox hissed at my side, giving me one last stroke as I spasmed in his grip. I had one eye open and could see he was admiring my still-dripping cock, his lips turned up into a smile that felt dangerously sexy. My other eye was beginning to burn like a motherfucker.