“So, like we were saying. No one’s holding that against you. You got a get outta jail free on that one.” Green took his boot off the wall and braced his feet apart, looking down at him. “So, you in or out? It’d mean you have to keep up with us, though. We cause a shit load of property damage and destruction on the streets, but we get the job done. You’ll probably piss off God on a regular basis and get your ass chewed out repeatedly. But he’s a lot of puff and smoke. Syn usually smooths things over for us. So what d’ya say, Marine? You up to roll with us?”
Steele took a deep pull of his cigar, licking his lips at the sweet flavor lingering there. He nodded once. “I’m in.”
“Cool.” Ruxs got up to leave, stopping right before he got to Green. “Be there tomorrow by seven so Tech can get you situated.”
“Hold up.” Steele stood, feeling a little lightheaded from the alcohol, and the way Green squinted at him, he saw it too, but he didn’t comment. “It’ll take some time, but I’ll show and prove out there. Show I can be trusted. But there’s something you need to know.” Steele rubbed his hand over his scruff, wishing this wasn’t necessary, but it was probably best. “You guys should know before we get out there on the streets. That I’m gay. I’m not ashamed of it and I don’t hide it. I’m single right now, but that may not always be the case. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna go out there with a team that can’t deal with that. That’s what happened to my last partner.”
Green’s eyes twinkled with what looked like amusement and Ruxs looked flat out exasperated before he spoke. “We were gonna say something real similar to you, but we figured your uncle already informed you about us. I guess not.”
“Excuse me?” Steele asked, not sure what his uncle didn’t tell him.
Instead of Green clarifying any further he shot out both hands, grabbed two fistfuls of Ruxs’ leather jacket, and slammed him up against the wall hard enough to rattle the entire front side of the trailer. Steele winced right before he saw Green press in hard against his partner from chest to thighs, and crash his mouth over his. Ruxs didn’t even appear stunned, just melted into Green’s aggression like it was second nature. Jesus. This wasn’t something you could fake, either. They were lovers. Big ass, alpha, macho motherfuckin’ lovers. Ruxs’ hands came up fast and got a firm grip on the back of Green’s neck, not letting him go until he was finished too. They grunted and ground against each other like they forgot they weren’t alone. Steele felt his cock hardening at the live porno, wondering if he was going to have to excuse himself soon. He didn’t want to interrupt. He wasn’t a fool. Both of them were sexy as hell – not quite what he was interested in now – but fine male specimens nonetheless. One of Green’s hands slid up to Ruxs’ throat, and his partner’s reaction was downright lewd. Ruxs bucked his hips and reached down for a handful of Green’s tight ass in those jeans like he was encouraging him to thrust with him. Steele just refrained from letting out his own growl, the front of his pants way too fucking tight now.
“Alright, alright! Goddamnit. Being gay isn’t a problem. I got it.” Steele dropped back in his chair feeling like he’d just been the one thoroughly kissed. He took a long pull on his cigar, letting the smoke linger in his mouth for a while before he blew it out.
“Oh, and you’re not smoking those in my truck. You can forget it. They may smell good, but I don’t want to smell you every time I fuck Chris in the backseat,” Ruxs said, still panting, and walked out the door.
“He was joking. We don’t care about smelling the cigars in the backseat,” Chris added, his face flushed, his lips red and swollen.
“Thanks. I think,” Steele said uncertainly.
Green cocked his head a little and walked back towards him, looking in his eyes as he did, relaying his nonverbal communication. Green bent down slowly and swiped the bottle of Jack from beside his chair. It was still over three-quarters full. Green stared at him – daring him to protest – while he dumped the remaining whiskey out in the sink and tossed the bottle in the trashcan underneath it. Green didn’t have to say anything as he turned and left right behind his partner. His message was loud and clear.
Tech
Tech pulled up to the renovated warehouse dubbed a state-of-the-art training facility for military and law enforcement. It was owned by a retired MMA fighter and three of his ex-military partners. Chen – one of the owners – was one beast of a fighter. Tech met him when he came to Atlanta’s law enforcement divisions to do a demonstration of his program for any officers that could afford to take his classes. They sure as hell weren’t cheap. Especially on a cop’s salary, but Tech helped Chen with the business’ system programming, so he got a great discount.