Their Property (Four Mercenaries 3)

“You look so hot,” Drake whispered as he moved behind Tank to release his hands. His own cock was so hard he was glad he hadn’t worn anything restrictive, but he could wait a couple more seconds for his own release.

Tank must have been squirming, because the cuffs had left small red marks around his wrists. Drake stiffened when Tank suddenly grabbed his fingers, watching him with that same dreamy expression he’d had during his climax.

“Drake… I mean… that was so good. I don’t even know if I’m not embarrassed to suck you after this.”

Drake burst out laughing and pushed his fingers through the short hair on Tank’s head. He lived for Tank’s awe and planned to exploit it many more times in the future. He straddled Tank’s lap and sat on his thighs. As much as he wanted to come down Tank’s throat, right now he wished to kiss him.

“Use your hand then.”

Tank’s mouth stretched into a grin as he reached into Drake’s jogging bottoms, happy with himself like a kid winning the science fair. “So hard for me.” He was quick to pull Drake’s underwear lower, barely enough to reach Drake’s cock.

Still on top, still in charge, Drake pushed their foreheads together, but when that strong hand grasped his cock, he didn’t have the words to describe what a turn-on it was. “Been thinking about this for a while now, so make my fantasies a reality.”

Tank let his kiss talk for him and stroked Drake’s cock fast and to the point. There wasn’t much finesse to it, but in this moment Drake didn’t much care for anything but Tank’s touch.

Hands cupping Tank’s face, their mouths joined, he tumbled into a well of pleasure that overflowed all around him as his balls tingled, and his cock spurted cum all over Tank’s hand. Fighting for breath, Drake nipped on Tank’s lip almost too hard before settling in his arms, satisfied yet still shocked by what actually happened.

“Yes. We need to do this again.”

Tank’s gaze softened and he wrapped his arms around Drake. “You know you’re my best friend?” he asked after a while.

Warmth filled Drake’s chest, and he rested his cheek on Tank’s shoulder, watching him with a smile stretching his lips. Maybe this made their arrangement even less conventional than it already was, but he didn’t care. It worked for them. “And you’re mine.”

Tank pressed his mouth to Drake’s again, and it didn’t feel awkward that there was cum between them or that they still had their cocks out. “This was… nice.” He smiled and grabbed the bottle from the table to finish it. “Now I really can’t die. You’ve got to give me head again.”

Anxiety scratched its claws across the back of Drake’s skull, and he squeezed his arms around Tank. “If you die, I’m going to haunt you in the afterlife.”

And the worst thing was that while his heart had been heavy with worry before, it now felt so much worse.

Tank passed him the bottle, as if he understood.

Chapter 16 – Pyro

Sweet things really did help. Pyro hoped he wouldn’t end up fighting off a pot belly as a result of Boar’s food therapy, but it did aid him in getting back to his sober self. Thirteen days since his last glass of liquor, since the last line of cocaine, his mind was gradually clearing, and the fatigue he’d experienced in the beginning had been replaced by moderate levels of energy.

Boar sat outside in a rocking chair, huddled under a blanket, Clover was nowhere to be seen, and Drake had gone away to pick up some secret message from Tank, so the cabin resonated with a profound silence. Deep in the woods, no sounds of engines or crowds were there to disturb the quiet of their hideaway. Pyro had found the absence of strong stimuli frustrating when they’d first moved back here, but as his cravings subsided, he had to reluctantly agree that there was peace to being in nature.

He wanted to stuff the last homemade brownie into his mouth, but when his gaze slid over Boar’s head again, he picked up the plate and walked out onto the porch instead. “Want a snack?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Boar muttered and wouldn’t even open his eyes. He seemed paler than usual, which made his freckles stand out in a way that tempted Pyro’s lips.

He put the plate on a side table and pressed a kiss to the stubble of red hair growing out of Boar’s skull. “What’s up? I thought you slept well last night.”

“I’m okay. Just tired.” Boar opened his bloodshot eyes and let his head fall back so he could look at him. “Do you need anything? Clo could go for a walk with you. He’s around.”

Pyro frowned. It’s been almost two weeks since they’d gotten Boar back, and he’d been recovering well. So what the fuck was that? “Are you sick? Maybe you want something warm to drink?” he asked, rubbing his knuckles along Boar’s cheek.