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Knight wrapped his arms under Slade’s and flattened his hands against the naked expanse of his lover’s lower back. He deepened their kiss when he felt Slade’s arousal, but didn’t stay at his lover’s lips for long. Slowly, he walked Slade backwards toward their leather couch while his mouth started to suck and nip along Slade’s jaw.

  Slade tilted his head back and to the side to give Knight more access to his neck. He allowed himself to be moved and when he felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch, he didn’t stop gravity and Knight’s persistence in pushing him. Slade didn’t release Knight’s hips and his lover’s mouth never left his skin when they went down.

  The taste, touch, and feel of Slade would never be enough or get old for Knight. The moment he felt Slade lowering to the couch, Knight buried his fingers under the waistband of his lover’s sweatpants. Slade’s downward movement and the placement of Knight’s hands ensured Slade’s ass was bare when it finally made contact with the leather couch. Knight ignored Slade’s hands that were unbuckling his belt and opening his suit slacks. He was more focused on the hot skin beneath his lips as his mouth traveled down Slade’s neck to his chest.

  Slade hissed an exhale the moment Knight’s wicked mouth encased his nipple. His whole body arched upwards to feel more of Knight’s tongue and teeth on his nipple and in desperation to find friction for his aching cock. Still, his movement to feel more and seek relief didn’t distract him from stroking his lover in his tightened fist.

  “Fuck,” Knight panted against Slade’s pec and lowered his forehead to rest on Slade’s chest.

  Another stroke had Knight cursing again while he fumbled blindly in the end table drawer to find lube. Once in hand, he dropped it on Slade’s stomach and sat back on his knees between his lover’s legs. Right now, he didn’t give a shit about the damage he was doing to his custom tailored suit pants. No, all Knight cared about was getting the damn sweatpants off Slade and he did just that.

  “Get ready,” Knight ordered before he stood. “I don’t have the patience.”

  Slade smirked up at his lover. He couldn’t get enough of seeing Knight aroused to the point of losing control. The man was in control way too often as far as Slade was concerned. He lifted one foot and rested it on the edge of the sofa while he let his other leg fall to the side. The look in Knight’s eyes consumed him while he applied a generous amount of lube on his fingers.

  “Fuck,” Knight repeated after Slade snaked his arm through his bent leg and started fingering himself.

  Slade prepping his ass for Knight to tear up was one of the sexiest sights Knight had ever witnessed. Knight could watch Slade do this all day long and cum with barely a touch. Slade knew it, too. The smirk on his lover’s face told Knight that Slade was enjoying revving him up even if his eyes were closed. Knight picked up the lube with one hand and squeezed the base of his throbbing cock with the other.

  Knight’s dress shirt did nothing to hide his hard-on when Slade opened his eyes. There was something hot as fuck about Knight’s disheveled appearance. His suit slacks rested low on his hips with only his cock peeking out from under his dress shirt. Knight still wore his tie and that only turned Slade on more. This wouldn’t be the first time they had sex where one of them was fully dressed and the other totally naked. It turned them on more than fucking in the men’s room at work.

  Knight didn’t bother to do more than barely lift his dress shirt out of the way before dribbling a long line of lube down his hard cock. One stroke to spread the lube was all he allowed himself before he smacked Slade’s hand away from his ass. Impatience was riding him hard when he leaned forward and pressed into Slade. He had to force himself not to thrust roughly, but didn’t pause to allow Slade time to adjust, either.

  Slade couldn’t help the deep groan that rumbled up his chest before it escaped his lips. Knight’s steady entry caused a burn that he knew he’d still be feeling tomorrow. Slade didn’t care and welcomed every inch Knight gave him. His lover’s arms were braced on the back of the couch above Slade’s shoulders and when Slade canted his hips, Knight moaned.

  He’d bottomed out and Knight leaned down to bite Slade’s shoulder in a bid not to cum. His effort was almost for naught when Slade tilted his hips again which allowed Knight to sink just a bit more into the hot tight heat that was his lover. Slade’s return bite through his dress shirt sent a shiver down his back straight to his balls.

  Knight moved; moved fast. One second Slade was biting Knight’s shoulder in return and the next Knight was upright holding Slade’s bent leg while pulling back. Knight’s grip on the back of his thigh pushed Slade’s knee toward his neck and was harsh, but not nearly as rough as the thrust deep into his ass. Slade shouted. He had no choice. He couldn’t stop the sound even if he had wanted to because Knight nailed his prostate. Hard.

  Knight thrust harshly again twice before he looped his other arm under Slade’s leg that was now pressed against his hip. He had his lover practically bent in half when he tugged on Slade just enough to make his lover’s muscular ass hang over the edge of the couch. With every thrust, Knight fought the urge to explode and fill Slade’s ass.

  Slade couldn’t have done a damn thing to avoid his orgasm. Not that he wanted to for any other reason than to extend how fucking incredible Knight was currently making him feel. The first two thick white ropes of his cum shot high enough up his body to avoid Knight’s dress shirt. The rest didn’t.

  Slade’s ass constricted so tightly around his cock that Knight had to practically fight to bury into Slade one last time before he followed Slade into orgasmic bliss. His hips faltered erratically and his arm shook with effort to hold Slade in the position he’d placed him. The effort was too much for Knight and he allowed Slade’s legs to drop before he collapsed forward onto his lover.

  It wasn’t until they both caught their breath and were breathing in sync that the wetness on his stomach and chest registered with Knight. He felt his sweat soaking into the back of his dress shirt, but it wasn’t just sweat that soaked the front of his shirt now. He groaned at the realization that they’d ruined another one of his dress shirts for work. He was now down to five, but at least he wouldn’t have to go shopping anytime soon. That thought made him groan again.

  Slade chuckled when he heard Knight. He didn’t stop running his hands through his lover’s hair or along the soaked material clinging to Knight’s spine. Slade knew exactly what was going through Knight’s mind now that the orgasmic high had waned.

  “You can wear mine and I’ll go buy you some more,” Slade offered before adding, “It’s not like I won’t have the time.”

  Knight lifted his chest away from Slade and gave him a kiss while he pulled his hips back. A hiss escaped Slade’s lips when Knight slipped free before he stood. He didn’t bother to redo his slacks and only tugged them up so they would rest more firmly on his hips.

  Slade sat up and ignored the wetness he felt between his ass cheeks that was now getting on their leather couch. They bought leather for a reason. Knight didn’t reply to him about the stupid dress shirts and didn’t even seem pissed off about it while he pulled his tie off. Well, Slade’s tie, but by this point in their relationship they shared shit like that. Just the fact that his lover wasn’t griping about his dress shirt told Slade that something else was wrong. It had nothing to do with Knight thinking he’d burn down the house, either.

  “What’s your punishment from Fish this time for what I did?”

  Knight had just turned to walk toward their bedroom to get out of his now ruined, but totally worth it, work clothes when he stopped in his tracks. He cringed and was grateful Slade couldn’t see his face.

  “I’m not in trouble with Fish.”

  Knight continued on to their bedroom without looking back at him and Slade’s warning bells started to ring. There was no way in hell that Fish didn’t hold Knight accountable to some extent. Their boss always did even though it wasn’t fair to his lover. Slade only waited until Knight disappeared down
the hall before he was up and moving. He paid no mind to Knight’s cum that was starting to run steadily down his legs while he followed his lover. Whatever the hell was going on with Knight, he would find out whether the man wanted to talk or not.

  Slade came storming into the bedroom. Knight wasn’t looking forward to the argument that would be incoming the moment he told his lover that he was going undercover without him. However, that argument was going to go nuclear when he refused to tell Slade where he was going undercover.

  “What the fuck is going on?”

  “Can we at least get a shower first?” Knight requested. If shit came to blows again, the last thing Knight wanted was to reenact Roman wrestlers in their bedroom.

  “No,” Slade growled. “Tell me what the hell Fish’s punishment is because he always holds you responsible for my shit. You’re not suspended with me, so what is he doing?”

  “I’m getting a shower before we do this.”

  “Do this?” Slade grabbed Knight’s bicep and stopped him from going into the bathroom. Something was seriously wrong with his lover if he was dodging questions without even getting pissed off.

  “Let go, Slade.” Knight glared at his INET partner and lover.

  Now, that’s more like it. Slade practically sighed in relief when Knight’s light blue eyes glared back at him and his tone turned hard.

  “No, not until you fucking tell me, Mike.” Slade tightened his grip and watched Knight’s core so he would anticipate a punch if it was coming.

  Fuck, I hate it when he uses my first name. Any time Slade did, Knight knew his lover was dead serious. Of course, it worked the other way, too.

  “Aaron, let’s take a shower and I’ll tell you everything that happened after you left HQ.”

  “Ugh!” Slade released Knight in frustration.

  The moment Knight first uttered his name after his lover walked through the front door should have told him whatever happened after he left HQ was some serious shit. The sex distracted him, but Knight’s behavior snapped him back to where he was when Knight first came home. Just the fact that they were both using first names made him nervous.

  Oh shit. What if Fish was re-partnering Knight? Lita didn’t have a steady partner. Slade’s gut tightened and he felt physically ill when he stepped into the shower with his lover. He wouldn’t survive not being partnered with Knight even if they would still be working out of the same office.

  Knight sensed the building tension in Slade. It wasn’t angry tension, either. It was worry. It was an emotion Knight had never seen Slade portray before and Knight knew what his lover was thinking while they each washed the other.

  “He’s not re-partnering us.” Knight finished rinsing Slade’s body and they stepped out of the shower.

  The relief Slade felt was indescribable. He was still concerned over what punishment or reprimand Fish leveled on his lover, but as long as Fish wasn’t re-partnering them he could deal with it. Or so he thought.

  Knight pulled up a clean pair of INET workout shorts before he spoke, “Fish is sending me under.”

  “What?” Slade practically shouted and stopped mid movement. He didn’t give a shit that the matching shorts Knight wore stopped mid-thigh. “What do you mean he is sending you under?”

  “Just what I said.” Knight braced himself for the explosion he knew was about to happen in three, two…

  “I’m fucking suspended. How the fuck is he sending you under?” Slade yanked up his shorts and glared at Knight as if his new assignment was Knight’s fault. “For how long? You haven’t even been with INET long enough to go under solo!”

  “Fuck you, Slade.”

  Knight’s tone was so quiet and calm that Slade knew he’d fucked up with his last words. He also knew his lover was a capable agent even if he hadn’t been with the agency long. Still, his worry caused the words to fly from his mouth without thought.

  “Knight,” Slade started, but his lover stormed out of the bedroom before Slade could stop him.

  Of all the reactions Knight expected Slade to have when he told him he was going undercover, Slade questioning his competence, fucking questioning it outright, wasn’t what he expected. He had proved himself to both Slade and INET and just because he had only been part of the surveillance team the last time they were on an op, didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of undercover work.

  Hell, he had done undercover work for years with the Tampa Police Department. That undercover work with TPD may have been on a local level instead of an international one, but it didn’t diminish the experience he gained from his time with them.

  “I didn’t mean that you don’t have the skill for undercover work.” Slade stepped into the kitchen to see Knight grabbing a beer. I just,” Slade stuttered. “Shit, I’m just pissed you’re going under alone and I can’t be there to back you up.”

  Knight took several drinks from his beer while glaring at his lover. “If you’re pissed, it’s the same damn thing.”

  “What? No, it’s not.”

  Knight finished his beer and set the bottle on the counter before walking up to Slade. It took all of his restraint not to poke Slade’s chest to punctuate his next words.

  “Yes. It. Is.”

  Knight tried to step by Slade and Slade should’ve known better than to grab his lover’s bicep to stop him. Knight’s left hook clipped his chin and Slade let go before he staggered into the kitchen counter.

  “I’m not doing this with you tonight, Slade.” Knight started back down the hall to their bedroom and Slade stayed put in the kitchen.

  “Guess you won’t be doing me again tonight, either,” Slade mumbled.

  He stood there for a while and a plan started to form. Slade may be suspended, but that didn’t mean he was on house arrest. If his phone wasn’t in the bedroom where his pissed off lover was now likely reading, he’d call Hunt. If any of their teammates were going to be assigned surveillance, it would be Hunt. Slade would find out where Knight was going because Hunt owed him.

  Once Slade knew where Knight was going, he could just take a little vacation while he was suspended. Knight would kill him if he found out, but Slade didn’t care. Slade wouldn’t jeopardize Knight’s op, but he’d be close enough to provide backup if his lover needed him. Having a plan prompted a slow smile to spread Slade’s lips.

  Now, however, he needed to make up with his lover so Knight wouldn’t be distracted by their fight while he was undercover. With a sigh, Slade headed to their bedroom.

  Three

  Knight stepped into the office and headed straight for Hunt and Payne’s slice of cubicle hell. Slade had given in way too fucking easily the night before for Knight to believe the man had a change of heart. No, his lover had formed a plan while letting Knight cool his heels a bit in their bedroom. It didn’t take more than a thought to figure out what Slade would do, but Knight was going to make sure his lover’s plan crashed and burned before it could even get started.

  “Didn’t go well, huh?” Payne grinned when Knight leaned on the partition.

  Hunt glanced over his shoulder. His fingers never stopped typing and Knight fought a smile when Payne’s attention returned to his partner. It was no secret in the office that Hunt’s tech abilities totally turned Payne on. It was kind of funny to watch how distracted Payne could become from just observing Hunt work. That thought made Knight’s mind momentarily shift gears.

  “Are you going to be able to actually get any work done while we’re in the field, Payne?”

  “What?” Payne’s head snapped back to Knight. “Of course, why wouldn’t I, Knight?” Knight just raised a brow. “Fuck you. The field is different and you know it.” Payne didn’t seem upset that Knight was so blatantly calling him out on his distraction.

  “Yeah,” Hunt agreed. “If those two,” Hunt nodded to Zep and Spider. “Can work in the field while fucking and not blow the op, I’m sure we can manage surveillance for you and Lita.”

  “Fuck you, Hunt,” Spider called out and Z
ep’s cheeks flushed.

  “Careful.” Payne snickered. “He can totally screw your ability to work in the office or make those changes to reports just go poof!”

  “Nah ah,” Spider disagreed.

  “Ah, yeah he can,” Zep informed his partner.

  “Shit,” Spider mumbled and returned to the file on his desk.

  “Giving me shit over watching Hunt work wasn’t why you came over here, so what’s up, Knight?”

  “Watching him work.” Knight laughed. “But you’re right.” Knight leaned his arms on the partition and clasped his hands together. “Slade is going to call you to ask where we are going.”

  “He told you this?” Hunt asked incredulously.

  “No, but it’s what Knight would do,” Payne answered his partner.

  “No, actually, it’s not.” Knight grinned. “I would just follow his ass without dragging any one of my teammates into my shit.” By the time Knight finished, he was serious again.

  “So, you don’t want me to tell him we’re heading to South Carolina,” Hunt deduced.

  “I want you to send him somewhere else, like Atlanta or Miami.”

  Laughter came from the other side of the room, but Knight didn’t bother to look at Spider.

  “He will kill you if you send him on a wild goose chase,” Zep commented.

  “He can try, but he’s not going to fuck up this op if I can do anything about it,” Knight declared without turning to look at his teammates.

  “Fuck, Knight,” Hunt grumbled quietly. “He’ll kill me right after he’s done with you.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell him?” Payne inquired.

  “Because I was too distracted to think of it last night,” Knight admitted with a growl.

  “Of course you were.” Spider snickered.

  “Beating the hell out of each other more than likely,” Zep added.

  They all laughed because they knew how Knight and Slade were when they disagreed. They would beat the shit out of each other before getting all hot and heavy. They had seen it happen too many times in the office for there to be any doubt that things didn’t happen the same way when they were at home.