Full Domain (Nice Guys 3)

“Yesss…forever, Sin.” Aaron’s heavy balls erupted as Kreed’s contracting ass milked the weight from them. He shuddered under the pleasure coursing through him; his dick jerked, filling the condom with his seed. Kreed sagged against him, his ragged breath hot against Aaron’s neck as Kreed curled his fingers in his hair. No words were spoken, because none were needed in this moment. They were right where they needed to be, in each other’s arms. Their breathing finally calmed as their bodies cooled.

Aaron lightly drew the pads of his fingertips up and down Sin’s back, basking in the feel of his lover’s body molding against him. The way Kreed made love to him, giving himself over, had removed any remaining doubt, any uncertainty, and all barriers between them disintegrated.

“I love you,” Kreed said and pressed a kiss against his sweat-slicked skin. Trust and hope stirred in the air around them. A calm knowing settled deep in Aaron’s soul. Kreed had branded him, claimed his heart.

“I love you too.” He meant those words. The emotion had snuck up on him, unwanted and dangerous, but he wouldn’t deny the truth…not to himself and, with his actions, he would show Kreed exactly how true they were.

Kreed rolled them to their sides. His flaccid cock slipped from Sin’s hot body. He didn’t bother to grab the condom; they were already covered in his lover’s drying come. Besides, he was so blissed out at the moment that he didn’t want to move. All he wanted to do was listen to the soothing sounds of the tropical rain against the window, the comforting cadence of Kreed’s breathing, and fall asleep wrapped lovingly in Sin’s arms.

~~~

Kreed lay sprawled across the guest bed in the spare room, zoning out a little as Aaron went through the motions of backing out of the organization he’d helped found. Every once in a while Aaron would say something, catch him up on how the group took the news.

The best Kreed could tell, Aaron had nailed it spot-on. There seemed to be almost a relief from the other side of the computer screen, and they both acknowledged not seeing eye to eye on many issues over the last year. To move the organization along, one side was going to have to give. His partner even had someone in mind to take Aaron’s spot, which was a big relief to Kreed.

What he hadn’t said out loud—and what churned inside his gut—was the possibility of Protector outing Aaron in retaliation for leaving. He’d been involved in several arrests like that—very stab-you-in-the-back kinds of deals. Those groups never understood that once that started, the whole group eventually imploded. Yet, somehow Aaron’s organization seemed different. Now he and Aaron just needed time and distance on their side. Kreed had enough connections and was owed enough favors that, if they could make it a few years away from Protector, he could shield Aaron from a criminal case.

The shit he knew about the government as well as key people in power… No one wanted that information out. They’d keep Aaron safe.

“He had to be planning to oust me. He was too prepared and accepting,” Aaron said, looking over his shoulder toward Kreed. He took his earbuds out and dropped them on the desk. Aaron’s feet were still stretched out in front of him, anchored on the desk as he leaned back as far as his chair would let him.

“You’ve been offline a lot lately,” Kreed tried to reason, lifting up on his elbows.

“Yeah, I guess. We could tell things weren’t right between us anymore.”

“Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah, you know, I met Dylan Reeves and Tristan Wilder at the Rooster Teeth Expo. They had a booth there for their Secret app. I’d met Tristan before, but this time he tried to recruit me, and I didn’t just shoot it down like I normally would. The writing was on the wall for me too. It feels a little…” Aaron turned away, staring off into space. Kreed watched a range of emotions cross his face. “I guess it feels like my child grew up. We never thought we’d get as big as we did. It was better when it was smaller, easier to manage. We wanted to make the world a better place. I know it all sounds dumb.”

“Not dumb at all. I was like that too.” Kreed sat up and scooted to the side of the bed, close to where Aaron lounged in his chair. “I did some pretty bad shit to prove myself. Once I left, it took me a long time to get over everything I’d done.” He got lost in thought and shook his head. If he let himself go down that path today, it’d take hours to get his brain working right again. It was too much emotional overload. Kreed stood, grabbed Aaron’s hand, and pulled the kid’s chair forward until he couldn’t do anything but get up. “Let’s go cook dinner. We have all that shrimp that needs to be eaten.”

“It’s late.”

“And? We’re on vacation. A little midnight shrimp boil, some beer, a little more ass. I can’t see that as a bad thing. Besides, I need you to show me how you do that little trick with your tongue. I like that,” Kreed said, entwining his fingers with Aaron’s and tugging him along.

“I’ll teach you the tongue thing if you stop squeezing the shit out of the base of my dick. That’s just unfair,” Aaron grumbled, a little indignant. Kreed was pulling him down the hall now.

“I’m holding you off, making you last longer,” Kreed shrugged smugly. “You should be thanking me.”

“Really? I think you’re just evil and get some kind of sadistic pleasure out of torturing me. Besides, I’m not an old man. I can still have multiple orgasms,” Aaron countered, stopping Kreed in his tracks. Aaron just chuckled as he took the lead down the hall, pulling Kreed toward the kitchen.

“I’ll show you old man,” Kreed grumbled.

“Show me after dinner. I’m hungry.” Aaron snorted. Kreed jerked at his arm, causing Aaron to stumble back against him. He quickly encircled a laughing Aaron in his arms.