Bad Idea (Stonewall Investigations Miami 1)

Our hours were long and our days were sometimes brutal, so it helped that we had such a strong bond from the jump. I hadn’t even felt this close with my squadron until two months into my deployment, but then again, I hadn’t been jerking off my squadmates after our long days either.

I grabbed the mug, the coffee steaming. I added two packets of sugar and a drop of the hazelnut creamer, exactly how Jonah liked it, and stirred. I walked over to the guest bedroom and knocked on the door.

A grunt told me it was all right to come in.

Inside, Jonah was sitting up in bed, his hair messy and his blue eyes glossy with residual sleep. Around the room was a neat mess of cardboard boxes holding all of Jonah’s life together. Chibby’s tank was going to go in the cleaned-up guest room, but I ended up liking Jonah’s scaly green companion more than I thought I would and asked if he could leave the tank in the living room. I figured Chibby would get more entertainment that way, too, instead of being stuck inside a bedroom all day.

“Got some coffee for you,” I said, walking over and leaving the cup on the nightstand. Jonah was shirtless, the light-blue covers stopping at his waist. It was difficult trying to keep my eyes off his chest, which I had covered with come only the night before.

Pretty much every night since Jonah came over, we had hooked up in some way or another. And every single time the experience was electrifying. I loved it. Every second of being with Jonah.

So, needless to say, when we would separate every night, going to our respective rooms, my heart would be tugged, painfully. It didn’t feel right. I hated going to bed by myself, knowing Jonah was only a few feet away, a couple of closed doors separating us.

I also knew that the second I invited him to sleep in my bed with me, things would change forever. It reminded me of that first night we hooked up, when Jonah had given me an explosive blowjob and had come in his own pants, that same night we had fallen asleep together and for days after I was still smiling from how happy that had made me. That night had happened by accident, but if I asked him into my bed...

“Thank you,” Jonah said, groggy but smiling. We’d had a late night after getting home at three from casing out a potential drug drop. Didn’t turn out to be fruitful, but we didn’t let that ruin the night for us. We stayed up until four, rubbing and writhing and sucking, until we both came and crashed.

I figured Jonah was going to need this coffee.

“What time is it?” he asked, looking around the room. I realized I hadn’t bought a clock yet. I had gone on a spree a couple of weeks ago, buying a good amount of new furniture and getting around to finally setting up the guest room as an actual guest room instead of a storage place. Jonah and I had spent an evening listening to good music, drinking good wine, and building furniture with terribly fucking complicated directions.

It was a blast, and it meant Jonah had an actual place to stay while he looked for an apartment, instead of crashing on my bed or the couch.

As much as I wanted him to sleep in my bed with me…

“Eleven thirty,” I said.

“Whoa, shit, it’s late.” He grabbed the mug, took a grateful whiff with his eyes shut, and drank.

“Figured I’d let you sleep in.”

“Since when have you been up?”

“Woke up at seven. Had something to do, so I set an alarm.”

Jonah nodded, narrowing his eyes. “What was on your schedule that was so pressing?”

“You’ll find out once you finish up the coffee and get your ass out of bed.” I turned with a smile and started to exit, then called back over my shoulder, “Lazy balls.”

“You love these lazy balls,” Jonah said after me as I left the room.

“Mhm,” I said, unable to contain the grin, glad Jonah wasn’t there to see.

I hung out in the living room while I heard Jonah jump in the shower. It was hard for me to not run over to the closed door and tell him to hurry up. Not because I needed the bathroom or anything, but because I was so damn excited to see Jonah’s face when he saw the surprise I had set up for him today. He wasn’t expecting it in the slightest, I was sure of it. I knew he’d be floored the moment we walked outside.

But he had to get out of the shower first, and Jonah had a habit of taking his time when hot water was involved.

He finally came out, his hair still a little damp. He wore a white T-shirt that fit snug around his still-damp chest and arms and a pair of khaki shorts that showed off a pair of legs I loved having around my waist.