Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

Tech didn’t dart his eyes away. He didn’t want Steele thinking he was insecure. Instead, he held those blown pupils and majestic irises with his own interested gaze. Inching in closer, Tech fought down his tension and gently placed both hands on Steele’s tight stomach. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly moved them up Steele’s chest, gliding over the defined pecs. Steele’s nostrils flared but he didn’t stop Tech when he gripped his collar and pulled him down closer to his mouth. Just before their lips could touch, Tech inched over and whispered in Steele’s ear. “I can’t control the way my body trembles when you’re near me, but trust me when I tell you… it’s not fear, Ghost.”

Tech used Steele’s classified identity, hoping it didn’t backfire like hell. But the way Steele’s hands tightened on his waist, he didn’t think it had. He’d taken the gamble, hoping it’d pay off. He was confessing to Steele what he’d learned from those documents, information revealing what the lieutenant colonel had to do – had to become – to keep himself and his men safe. Yet Tech was still standing there in the man’s arms, his cock as hard as a missile, flirting with danger… hoping he’d flirt back.

Steele

Steele was back in the back of Ruxs’ truck, bumming a ride home that evening with the thoughts of Tech touching him still searing his skin. The hot young detective had boldly handled him, grabbed him and yanked him where he’d wanted him. Steele rubbed his hand over his neck, like Tech’s fingers were still there, his soft voice in his ear. So sexy. Now he had to go home and try to sleep with a hard-on all night. As tired as he was, he didn’t need to stay up all night again. Last night, he’d hardly gotten any sleep, anxious about seeing Tech after what’d happened. But now that things were good, he’d gotten to showcase a little talent, and he got along great with Ruxs and Green; he actually thought he’d be able to rest without the assistance of alcohol.

Steele looked around when Ruxs turned into his trailer park, which was already starting to come alive with shady activity as night fell. Kids were still running around in bare feet with no jackets to protect them from the chilly weather. He shook his head in frustration when he noticed his metal-head neighbor was already setting up for company. An assortment of raggedy chairs was strewn about the yard and what looked to be a makeshift fire pit was being built. That goddamn monster boom box was blaring music that could probably be heard clear across the park.

“Man. You’ve gotta get the fuck out of here.” Green sighed when they pulled into his cracked driveway.

“I said it’s temporary, and it will be. I’ll find something,” Steele almost snarled, looking over at his neighbor. “I’m tired, though. He’d better not be having a party.”

“Yeah… umm. Good luck with that.” Green chuckled when a dusty, jacked-up four-by-four that was obviously used for off-roading roared to a stop in front of his neighbor’s place. Three guys jumped down from the cab carrying cases of beer, all of them more ugly and annoying than the other.

“Hey. We got a couple extra rooms, Steele. You’re welcome to one if you want, until you find your own place.” Ruxs turned around, looking at him. “You don’t have PTSD or no shit like that, do you… not gonna come in our room and try to fuck us into submission or no shit like that, right?”

Steele punched Ruxs’ headrest, a scoff bursting from him. “Shut up. No, I don’t have PTSD… much. And thank you, but no thank you. I’d rather not listen to you guys fuck like gladiators all night. I’ll take the metal over that suffering any day.”

“Suit yourself.” Ruxs shrugged. “Don’t hate that I have a healthy sex life, man. Jealousy is not attractive.”

Steele dropped down and slammed Ruxs’ door, leaning against it while he assessed how he was going to handle the situation. He lit a sweet cigar and blew the smoke so it’d go right into Ruxs’ window, his partner flashing angry green eyes at him. He pushed off the truck and walked across the dirt lawn up to his neighbor. He already had a Budweiser in his hand, while his friends stood around talking loudly and smoking cigarettes.

There was no need to act like he was there for any other reason but one. “Yo.”

“What’s up? You wanna brew, man?” his neighbor asked, bending down to get one from the iceless cooler.

“No. What I want is for you to keep it down tonight. Some people around here work, including myself. I don’t wanna hear that all night.” Steele pointed at the radio that was blaring loud enough to make him have to yell to be heard.