Private Dicks (8 page)

“Asshole,” Wash muttered, pushing against the other man’s
shoulders, although not very hard.

“We’ll just watch the game,” Rhodes’ hands started at Wash’s
thighs and moved up, sliding around his hips, “have a few beers,” his voice
went husky as he explored the hard planes of Wash’s back, “ask him a few
questions…” Rhodes completely lost his train of thought as his fingers found
the inward curve of muscle edging Wash’s spine and followed it back down to his
partner’s perfect, round, fuckable ass.

He felt Wash’s muscles tighten as he cupped the delicious
cheeks, feeling them clench beneath his palms as he massaged the round globes.
Wash groaned, his face flushed and his eyes partially closed. The sound shot
through Rhodes, stiffening his cock and making him dig his fingers into Wash’s
ass cheeks.

Rhodes’ breath quickened, stopping altogether as Wash’s cock
grew against his abs. His fingers slid from the other man’s ass to the button
on his pants, looking at Wash’s face for permission.

“What…” His voice was a croak and Wash reddened as he
cleared his throat and tried again. “What exactly were you thinking?”

Fighting a grin, Rhodes leaned toward him to growl, “Exactly
how much I want to fuck you.”

Jerking back a few inches, Wash bit his bottom lip, his eyes
dilating until the green almost disappeared into the black. “Um, didn’t we just
decide that was a bad idea?”

“
You
decided that.” At Wash’s wary look, Rhodes
relented, kissing him lightly, a soft, apologetic brush of his lips against
Wash’s. “How ’bout I suck you off? Sound good?”

The question made Wash flush even brighter. His eyes darted
around, looking everywhere except at his partner. Rhodes waited patiently until
Wash’s bouncy gaze settled down and finally landed on his face.

“Yeah,” he admitted. Losing his courage, Wash tipped his
forehead against Rhodes’ shoulder as he mumbled, “Sounds fucking fantastic,
actually.”

Blood roared into Rhodes’ brain, hammering against his
skull. He surged to his feet, holding Wash against him for the ten steps into
the living room. Laying the other man on the couch, Rhodes unfastened Wash’s
pants and pulled them off, bringing his underwear with them.

Wash blinked, obviously startled by how quickly he was
half-naked, but Rhodes didn’t give him time for second thoughts. Nudging Wash’s
legs apart, he knelt between them, bracing his hands on either side of the
other man’s hips—and closed his lips around the head of Wash’s cock.

“Fuck!” Wash gritted out, thrusting his hips up and driving
himself farther into Rhodes’ mouth. Rhodes accepted him eagerly, loving the way
Wash stiffened even more, filling his mouth and stretching his lips around the
width of his erection. As good as Wash’s mouth tasted, this was even better.

Humming with pleasure, Rhodes swallowed more of Wash’s
length, wanting all of his partner’s rigid cock, every thick inch until the end
was buried in his throat. As he pulled his head up, Rhodes worked his tongue
against the underside of Wash’s erection, closing his lips tight beneath the
head so that it popped free with an audible sound.

“Don’t stop,” Wash pleaded, clutching at the shaven head
between his legs, but Rhodes licked the crease above his partner’s thigh
instead, following the line down until he could suck one of Wash’s balls. The
sound of Wash’s whimper made his own cock tighten and he doubled his efforts.
He played with Wash’s sac with his lips and tongue before hooking his hands
beneath his partner’s knees and pushing his legs toward his chest.

“Here,” he grunted, pushing Wash’s legs even higher. “Hold
on.”

Obediently, Wash grabbed behind his knees, holding himself
spread and exposed. Rhodes looked at the other man for a moment, so aroused and
amazed at the sight that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even move. The spell was
broken by Wash’s needy groan and Rhodes stretched out on his stomach, desperate
to taste what was so temptingly offered.

Tracing the tight, puckered hole with his tongue, Rhodes
found Wash’s iron-hard cock with one hand, sliding his fingers up and down the
shaft that was slick from his mouth. His tongue probed the ring of muscle,
demanding entrance, while his fist pumped Wash’s erection. Wash twisted and
writhed beneath the double assault, fighting the pleasure until Rhodes had to
clamp his free hand on Wash’s hip to hold him still.

Finally gaining entrance into Wash’s body, Rhodes
tongue-fucked him as his fingers tightened, moving faster and faster as Wash
fought his hold, his breath sobbing from him as he tried to thrust up into
Rhodes’ fist, to plunge down onto the driving tongue. At Wash’s shout, Rhodes
surged up, swallowing the other man’s cock just in time to catch his cum in his
mouth, to feel the swell and jerk of his partner’s shaft as Rhodes learned
another of Wash’s tastes. This one was the best yet.

Rhodes didn’t want to let go, even after he had swallowed
everything that Wash would give him, after the final twitch of pleasure had
vibrated through the cock in his mouth. Wash released his legs, stretching them
around the other man. Rhodes reluctantly released his prize, feeling Wash shiver
as his lips caressed his partner’s sensitized cock.

Resting his cheek against Wash’s thigh, Rhodes steeled
himself and looked up, not at all sure what to expect. Wash was watching him,
his face unreadable, and Rhodes felt his stomach clench.

“You okay?” he asked, pushing to a sitting position. He
immediately missed the skin-to-skin contact.

“Well, yeah,” Wash said with the beginnings of a grin,
sitting up as well. “Looks like you’re the one with the…issue.” He nodded
toward Rhodes’ bulging crotch. “Should I…?”

Feeling a little prickly and defensive, Rhodes shrugged and
looked away. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s not that I don’t
want
to,” Wash told him. His
cheeks were reddening again. “I just…”

“I know,” Rhodes interrupted gruffly, standing up and
turning away. “It’s a bad idea for us to be messing around. Don’t worry about
it.”

“It isn’t that either,” Wash insisted. “I’ve just never done
it—to a guy, I mean. I’ll probably suck at it.” He laughed. “Sucking at
sucking—how pathetic is that?”

Rhodes allowed a smile to touch his mouth as he turned back
toward Wash. “I’m sure you’ll pick it up in no time. With regular practice,
that is.”

Rolling his eyes, Wash pulled on his boxer briefs and pants.
“Yeah, you going to volunteer to be my coach now?”

“Maybe,” Rhodes said, giving his partner a sideways glance.
“If you promise to work hard.”

Wash laughed again, opening his mouth to retort, but the
buzzer from the building entrance cut him off. Rhodes crossed to the intercom
and pushed the button.

“Yeah?”

“It’s Trevor.”

“C’mon up,” Rhodes told him, pressing the button to unlock
the door. When he glanced over at Wash, he saw his partner was glaring at him
again. Striding over to Wash, Rhodes hooked a hand around his neck and yanked
him in for a hard kiss.

“Quit sulking,” he ordered, nipping at Wash’s protruding
lower lip. At a knock on the door, Rhodes gave Wash a final sharp smack on the
ass and headed over to let Trevor in.

He pulled open the door and had to catch his breath, a
little startled at how good-looking the bouncer really was. Usually, club
lighting and a few shots covered many flaws, but Trevor looked even better in
the full light of day. His blond hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and
wariness put a sulky twist to his mouth and narrowed his eyes. His hands jammed
in the back pockets of his worn jeans, Trevor flicked his eyes to Wash and then
back to Rhodes.

“So what’s going on?” Trevor asked. “I’m a little confused.”

“Come in.” Rhodes made it an order, jerking his head toward
the couch.

Trevor took two automatic steps into the apartment and then
hesitated.

“It’s okay,” Rhodes assured him, softening his tone a
little. “We’ll explain everything.”

Wash made a startled sound. “Everything?”

“Trevor—this is Nate Washington. Wash—Trevor.” Rhodes made
quick work of the introductions as he swung the door closed. “And
yes—everything.”

“Can I talk to you in private for a second?” It sounded as
if Wash was talking through gritted teeth.

Rhodes sighed. “If you have to.” He turned to the blond man.
“Have a seat, Trev, the game should just be starting.”

Shooting him an uneasy look, Trevor perched on the edge of
the couch as Wash dragged Rhodes into the bedroom, shutting the door behind
them.

“You’re going to tell this guy about the case? Before you
meet with Ness? He
works
for the guy—he’ll blow the whole thing!”

Rhodes shook his head. “He doesn’t like his boss much—he
pretty much told me to get you away from Ness before he could take you home
last night. Think of how useful it’ll be to have someone on the inside.”

“We don’t
know
this guy,” Wash hissed. “Quit thinking
with your dick!”

Taking a step closer to his partner, Rhodes growled back,
“I’m not. We wait ’til we know this guy enough to trust him and the kid is dead
or shipped off to another state. Besides, we lie to this guy now and he’ll
never trust us later. This is a fucking golden opportunity.”

There were a few seconds of loaded silence while Wash glared
at him, their faces just inches apart. “Fine,” he spat, before his angry
expression faded to humor. “Shit, I can’t even argue with you anymore. I keep
thinking about kissing you.”

Rhodes stared at him, dumbstruck, and then laughed. “So
you’re good with bringing Trevor in on this?”

“Eh, not really good,” Wash said with a shrug. “Okay, I
guess. This way, when it blows up in your face, I can keep bringing it up.” He
grinned. “For
years
.”

Rolling his eyes, Rhodes headed for the door. “Great,” he
groaned, although a smile still tugged at his mouth. He passed Trevor on the
way to the kitchen and the blond man jumped up.

“I should probably just go,” Trevor said.

Rhodes frowned at him over his shoulder. “No, sit. I’ll
bring you a beer.”

Trevor still hesitated, standing by the couch.

“Seriously, man, stay,” Wash told him, giving the blond
man’s arm a friendly tug as he plopped down on the couch. “Rhodie says you’re
okay—that’s good enough for me.”

By the time Rhodes brought in three beers, Trevor was
sitting next to Wash, although he still looked ready to bolt.

“Mute that, would you?” Rhodes said to Wash, who was closest
to the T.V. remote, as he passed him a beer and then offered one to Trevor.
“You notice the business name on that card I gave you last night?”

“Yeah,” Trevor admitted cautiously, accepting the beer.
“Washington Investigations. Figured you’re a P.I. or something.”

Pointing his bottle toward Wash, Rhodes corrected, “
We’re
P.I.’s.”

“Or something,” Wash interjected.

Rhodes ignored him. “The reason we were at the club last
night is because we’re working on a case.”

A flash of panic crossed Trevor’s face.
Interesting
,
Rhodes thought, filing the reaction away.

“What kind of case?” the blond asked, studying the beer
bottle in his hand.

“A missing kid,” Rhodes answered, watching relief replace
the panic on Trevor’s face for a second before all emotions were quickly
smoothed away.

Trevor met his eyes, carefully expressionless. “Why would a
missing kid be at Stand and Deliver?”

“Actually, we’re thinking that your boss has something to do
with his disappearance,” Rhodes explained.

“Oh.” Trevor blinked, processing that information. He looked
over at Wash. “So that’s why you hung with Ness all night.”

Wash grimaced. “Well, it wasn’t for his wit and charm. Or
his good looks. Or—”

Rhodes cut off what could be a long list. “Another kid went
missing and was found dead in one of Ness’ buildings. Both kids went to the
youth center where Ness volunteers. We figured that was a pretty big
coincidence.”

Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his eyes
back on his beer, Trevor said flatly, “Figures. So you wanted me to come over
so I would tell you what I know about Ness.”

“Well…” Rhodes trailed off, looking at Wash.

“Please,” Wash snorted, lightly knocking into Trevor with
his shoulder. “Just the case, my ass. Rhodie likes you.”

“What the hell, Wash?” Flabbergasted, Rhodes stared at his
partner.

“Yeah? Figured you two were a couple.” Trevor flicked a look
toward Rhodes, one of his shy glances he remembered from the night before.

“You see, Trev,” Wash began, turning sideways on the couch
and ignoring Rhodes altogether. “Rhodie just came out to me a few days ago, so
it’s turned me on my head a little. I’ve been kind of…um, confused. I figure
that, just because I’m trying to figure my shit out, that doesn’t mean I should
get in the way of Rhodie’s potential happiness.”

“Fuck, Wash!” Rhodes ran his hand over his head. If he had
hair, he’d be pulling it out. “When I said we should tell Trevor everything, I
didn’t mean…shit,
everything
.”

Wash just smiled at him.

“So,” Trevor said slowly, sneaking peeks at Rhodes through
his lashes. “Last night, in the hallway, that wasn’t just so I’d help you
guys?”

“What happened in the hallway?” Wash jumped in.

Rhodes raised an eyebrow. “Thought you didn’t care.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t
care
,” Wash protested but
Rhodes left him sputtering and turned to Trevor.

“You have to know how gorgeous you are,” he told the blond
man, who blushed and dropped his eyes.

“Well sure…I mean,” he amended hurriedly, “I do okay. It’s
just that I’ve never met anyone like
you
.”

It was Rhodes’ turn to flush at the enormous amount of
longing that Trevor managed to cram into that one word. His eyes were
reluctantly drawn to Wash, afraid that his partner would be grinning at him
mockingly, but Wash was looking at Trevor with something like sympathy.