Matter Of Necessity
They were going to die. FBI Special Agent Alex Ware had
no doubts on that. He’d always rather suspected his
death would come in the line of duty; he’d had too many
close calls, too many narrow escapes and just plain
lucky breaks. Regardless of the cliché used to explain a
combination of luck, skill, and happenstance that
allowed him to survive bullets and bombs, his allotted
supply had run dry. And this time he’d take teammate and
friend Shawn Matthews with him. He had only to look into
eyes a shade or two brighter than his own more stormy
blue to see Shawn realized that as well.
Alex sent a faint smile to his cohort and Shawn gave a
shrug both to him and to their erstwhile murderer. “I
told you, mate, Alex is a bit shy, that’s all.” The big
Australian draped an arm over Alex’s shoulders. He was
one of the few men Alex knew tall enough to do so. His
long legs stretched out as they relaxed in the open,
lounge-style booth next to the man who could order their
execution at any moment.
James “The Jam” Ronnecker smiled in return, but the
heavy suspicion on his rather saturnine face quite
effectively sealed their death warrants.
“He’s cute that way.” Shawn continued as he leaned in to
place a lingering kiss just below Alex’s earlobe. The
faintest whisper escaped the lips pressed to the tender
spot behind his jaw. “Let me handle this and don’t say
anything. And, for the sake of our lives, don’t resist.”
was the problem. Alex had known this undercover wouldn’t
be easy when he took the assignment, but he’d thought he
could carry it through. Infiltrating a new ring
supplying weapons, possibly weapons of mass destruction,
to whoever would pay their price wasn’t new or unusual.
Dealing with a ring leader who didn’t trust straight men
was. God knew David couldn’t pull it off. The gay-dar
meter on that boy pinged so far over into straight it
read as “flaming homophobic Neanderthal so unsure of his
masculinity a pink shirt is a threat.” Mark was too old
for this sort of field work. There wasn’t another female
agent in the unit to team with Terri. That really only
left Shawn and Alex. Luckily both were perfectly secure
in their own sense of masculinity and not threatened by
empty kisses in the name of national security.
And they’d done so. Kisses, hugs, mild groping. All the
things a teenager would equate to getting to second base
with some ventures toward third. And Alex found himself
fine with it. Kissing Shawn neither repulsed or sickened
him. It simply was. The job required it just as it
required he put on a suit those mornings when he’d be
more comfortable in casual clothes. Clinches with Shawn
were little different. The other man fit him as
comfortably as his tailor-made suits.
However, full out sex was a different matter.
Penetration terrified Alex, the thought making him
physically ill. He was willing to attempt it to save his
life, of course. The adage “I’d rather die” being rather
meaningless under the actual circumstances. But he felt
quite sure he wouldn’t be able to convince a radically
gay man he was familiar with the act and enjoyed it.
Nevertheless he tilted his head to make it easier for
Shawn and sighed a breathy affirmative. Please let the
Aussie Wonder have a plan that would work. Alex really
didn’t want to die right now.
“He’s cute alright, but too stiff for a party like
this.” Ronnecker nuzzled his own boyfriend, an
effeminate black boy probably far too young to be in the
glitz, flash, and smoke of a hard-edged dance club.
About the weapons dealer, other couples, gay and
lesbian, danced and kissed and coupled openly, Ronnecker
being a strong proponent of public displays of
affection. Especially if it annoyed the straight
community. Denizens of the club scene in general didn’t
fit that criteria, especially the older sort who’d made
it a lifestyle. Still Ronnecker liked sitting up in his
VIP booth looking down on lesser mortals while being as
outrageous as he possibly could.
that upper class New England upbringing. He’s from
Boston.” Shawn trailed kisses along Alex’s jaw line. “I
love that superior, better-than-the-hoi-polloi attitude.
It’s adorable.” Alex could almost believe he meant it.
“It makes it so much more fun when he forgets to be all
restrained and proper.” Bright blue eyes sparked as a
smile spread his generous lips. “It really turns me on.”
Something in the Australian’s voice sent a shiver
through Alex. “Glad to hear it.” He swallowed and tried
not to think of how Shawn would look with a bullet in
the back of his head. For some reason that visual
troubled him far more than imagining himself in the same
Shawn chuckled. “Yeah. And I know what turns you on,
too.” His hand strayed to Alex’s fly. “You see, my very
handsome darling here likes being loved. I don’t mean
just sex. A man like him can get that anywhere. He likes
being adored, knowing someone cares about him.” That
wide, smiling mouth went soft. Damn, Shawn was a good
actor. So good a tingle built in the pit of Alex’s
Baby blues met his square on. “Like I care about him.
Always have. More than he can imagine.”
Alex’s breathing sped as a strong, broad hand freed him
from his jeans and underwear. He couldn’t look away from
that open, familiar face. Maybe that was the secret,
just pretend there was no one around but him and Shawn.
Just his friend. His teammate. A man he trusted to have
his back regardless of what they faced. He swallowed as
that hand wrapped about him.
“God, I love how you feel.” That breathy rumble shot
straight through Alex, removing the doubts that he’d be
able to work up some sort of desire. He was hardening
already for the other man. Lips descended on his in a
kiss as gentle but urgent as the fingers squeezing him
and the thumb teasing his tip. Shawn pulled back, eyes
burning with an intensity Alex had only seen there a few
love doing this. Touching you, watching you.” He pulled
at Alex’s lower lip with his teeth for just an instant.
“You have the best mouth.” That nearly obnoxious,
too-wide grin appeared again. “Let me remind you how
good mine is.”
Dear God! Shawn wouldn’t actually… Alex gasped when that
broad mouth closed over him. Sweet merciful heaven! He
could only stare and pant. Amusement glittered from
Shawn as he caressed Alex with his tongue. He drew away
with aching slowness.
“Now that’s the reaction I wanted.” The grin went
slightly wicked and he licked at Alex’s tip before he
drew the cock back into his mouth with that same slow