Heat Rating: Bonfire

Content Warning: GLBT homoerotica, Strong D/s and BDSM themes, anal intercourse, violence, Happy for Now ending (ongoing series) general naughiness between hot guys.

David Jessman has found his lover, what he's lacking is control...

A knot of emotional turmoil formed in the dark-haired man's chest, choking him, making it hard to breathe. Anxiety. He needed the blond. Not just for the incredible sex, but because he couldn't believe Megalli-Loran was done trying to kill him. Of course he could inform his bosses of the threat, but since he'd found out about the threat from the man hired to kill him--the man he'd spent the night with--chances were they'd ban Bells from the tower.

And that was a possibility he couldn't bear the thought of. Never seeing the blond again would be tantamount to pure torture.

No, what he wanted was for the gunwhore to stay. Not just for another night, but permanently. But what he wanted wasn't possible. Buying out a contract from a fuckbroker for someone like Bells would be very costly, and he hadn't been with NeuroTech long enough to build up that kind of money in his personal accounts.

A sound like storm caressed chimes pulled Jessman out of his reverie to look at the bathroom door.

Bells was standing there watching him from the doorway wearing nothing but a Mona Lisa smile. Jessman felt his chest constrict and his cock throbbed with the rush of lust invading his body from a mind that knew only too well what the blond could do with and to him.

"Two hours is a lot of time, David," the dulcet voice murmured over the sound of pattering water. "I can think of a lot of things we can do in two hours, can't you?" Bells asked as he stalked toward the researcher. He paused at the side of the bed, reaching out to brush his fingers along Jessman's stubbled jaw, the caress light, teasing. He leaned down to kiss where his fingers had been, "Even one hour is a lot of time, don't you think?"

"Yes, it is," Jessman agreed and smiled, eyes closing at the caress, the kiss of the skilled blond. In all his adult years Jessman had never been with anyone that could fire his blood as fast as the blond could with nothing but a look, or a light touch. The man was amazing.

"Have you thought of anything we could do?"

"Oh, I can think of a few things. Having breakfast, drinking coffee..." the blond's warm mouth ghosted along his neck, strong, slender hands moved down his body, touching, awakening his desire to a feverish pitch. A thumb and forefinger captured a nipple and squeezed. Pain's sweet spice. He groaned and gripped the sheets. He wanted to pull Bells closer, but wasn't certain if he was allowed to move or not. There were rules to this game, his experiences last night had taught him that. But he wasn't sure if he could touch the other man or not.

"What about getting fucked?" the warm breath ghosted across his throat.