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  Just thinking of the very first time they had ever made love ‑‑ the first time they had ever fucked, to put it crudely ‑‑ put a lump in O’Brian’s pants. The way Valenti had been all over him, the things he had whispered to his partner to enflame him to action. Do it, Valenti. Can’t wait any longer. Need to have you in me. Need to feel you fuck me. O’Brian’s own words came back to haunt him as he watched his partner, his best friend, his lover conversing quietly in the crowded ballroom. God, he wanted this man so badly he ached! And yet lately it felt like Valenti was slipping further and further away from him.

  Well, not any more, O’Brian decided. Squaring his shoulders, he pressed through the crowd and wound up right behind his partner.

  “… a very important contribution,” the gray-haired man was saying, and Valenti nodded.

  “Absolutely, and the PD is more than glad to help, Chairman Tanner. I ‑‑”

  “Excuse me.” O’Brian tapped his partner on the shoulder and Valenti turned, a surprised look on his face. “O’Brian,” he said blankly. “What are you doing here dressed like that?”

  “Sorry I didn’t have time to put on a monkey suit,” O’Brian said sarcastically. “But I came here in kinda a hurry. Sorry to drag you away from your fancy party but we have a situation to deal with.”

  “What? What are you talking about?” Valenti looked confused as O’Brian hooked him by the elbow and began pulling him through the crowd. “That was Chairman Tanner, the head of the hospital board of directors,” he hissed at O’Brian as they wove through the richly dressed crowd.

  “I don’t care if he was Santa Claus and the pope all wrapped up in one,” O’Brian growled, still tugging his partner towards the exit. “You’re comin’ with me.”

  “But why?” Valenti continued to protest, but at least his feet were still moving, a situation O’Brian didn’t expect to last long. He tugged harder.

  “It’s urgent,” he said vaguely. “And we’re the only two guys on the force that can handle it. You gotta come with me, Valenti. And hurry!”

  O’Brian kept dodging his partner’s pointed questions until they were out in the parking area across from the convention center. But when it came to actually getting into O’Brian’s ’82 Cordoba, Valenti balked.

  “Look, what is this all about?” he demanded for what felt like the fiftieth time. “And don’t just tell me it’s urgent ‑‑ I want to know where the hell we’re going and what’s going on.”

  “I’ll tell you what’s going on.” O’Brian pushed his surprised partner up against the side of the car and grabbed both his arms. Before Valenti knew what was happening, O’Brian had whipped out his silver police issue cuffs and had them fitted snugly around his partner’s wrists.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Valenti stared down at his cuffed wrists in amazement. “Have you gone crazy?”

  “You could say that,” O’Brian said grimly. “Crazy or horny, one of the two. Either way, you’re comin’ with me.”

  “I am not.” Valenti rattled the cuffs threateningly. “Get me out of these and let me go back to the benefit.”

  “Nope.” O’Brian whipped a black bandana out of his hip pocket. Before Valenti could protest, he was blindfolded and in the front seat of the Cordoba, his hands folded neatly in his lap. O’Brian smiled as he shut the door on his dumbfounded partner. Nobody was better at “cuff ‘em and stuff ‘em” than he was ‑‑ Valenti ought to know that by now. But his partner had other things on his mind than O’Brian’s law enforcement prowess at the moment ‑‑ like escape.

  “You let me out of here right now,” he snarled as O’Brian started the engine. “Or I swear to God ‑‑”

  “Nick,” O’Brian interrupted him gently. “Do I hafta gag you too?”

  “I ‑‑” Valenti began but O’Brian reached over and cupped his partner’s strong chin in one hand, tracing Valenti’s full mouth with his thumb.

  “Don’t make me do it, Nick,” he murmured. “Not when I can think of so many better ways to use that beautiful mouth.”

  Valenti was abruptly silent and O’Brian could feel his partner’s hot breath against his fingers as he drove. Just touching Valenti again, no matter how little, made him hard as a brick. Suddenly the distance between the convention center and his apartment seemed a lot longer. But he knew when he got there, he was going to give his partner an evening to remember ‑‑ he just hoped Valenti would forgive him afterwards.

  Chapter Three

  The minute O’Brian got his silent partner out of the door and into his apartment, he dragged Valenti directly into the bedroom. He’d had other things planned, romantic things, but right that minute he wasn’t feeling the least bit romantic. His cock was aching with an entire month of pent up desire and he didn’t have time for hearts and flowers.

  “O’Brian, what the hell ‑‑?” Valenti began again as O’Brian slapped the bedroom door closed behind them.

  “Shut up,” O’Brian growled. He pushed his partner down on the bed and uncuffed Valenti’s right wrist just long enough to strip off the beautifully tailored tux jacket and the crisp white dress shirt underneath. He ran both hands over the hard, muscular planes of his partner’s smooth, brown chest, reveling in the feel of the masculine body under his fingertips. Gently he pinched the small, flat, copper-colored disks of Valenti’s nipples, then leaned down to lap at one eagerly until his partner hissed with the hot sensation.

  “O’Brian…!” he gasped. Far from slowing him down, the tortured moan pushed all O’Brian’s buttons. He sucked at the other nipple, stopping to nip it sharply and then lapped it gently to ease the sharp little pain. The long, lean body writhed under his assault.

  God, but his partner’s skin tasted good—hot and salty, with just a hint of bitterness. Valenti had a warm, earthy scent O’Brian associated with fucking. This was the scent that had filled his senses the first time Valenti rode him, filled him with his long cock, fucked him until he came deep in O’Brian’s body. This was the scent of his partner, his friend, his lover ‑‑ it was desire and need and coming home all at once and it had been too damn long since O’Brian had gotten close enough to fill his lungs with it.

  “God!” Valenti, still blindfolded, was shivering with the hot feeling of being licked and stroked all over but O’Brian wasn’t done yet ‑‑ not by a long shot. Grabbing Valenti’s wrists, he brought them up to the top of the big brass bed. Then he snapped them closed again, effectively trapping his partner in a helpless position with his arms over his head.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Valenti’s voice was rough with fear and desire.

  “Have you ever heard of the Spanish Inquisition?” O’Brian asked, not bothering to answer the question.

  “Huh?” Valenti moved his head blindly, the black bandana still obscuring his vision. “The Spanish Inquisition?”

  “You oughta know this stuff, Corazón,” O’Brian mocked him, using his abuelita’s nickname, the one he knew Valenti hated. “It’s in your blood. Anyway, what it boils down to is during the Spanish Inquisition the bad guy priests tortured people until they told the truth.”

  “So what does that have to do with this?” Valenti demanded, rattling the handcuffs against the brass headboard.

  “Actually, a helluva lot, babe,” O’Brian told him, going to work on his partner’s black dress pants. “See, I may not be a priest, but I am the bad guy in this situation. And I’m gonna torture you until you tell me what the hell has been bothering you lately. Why you’ve been givin’ me the cold shoulder, why you’re always too busy to come over or go out after work, but mostly why we haven’t fucked in over a month. Got that?” He stripped off his partner’s pants and underwear, taking the shoes and socks along with them and leaving Valenti nude on the dark blue bedspread.

  “O’Brian, this is crazy!” Valenti protested.

  “No, the way you’ve been actin’ is crazy.” O’Brian toed off his shoes but kept the rest of his clothes on. He liked th
e idea of having his partner naked and helpless under him and wanted the psychological edge of wearing clothes while Valenti had none.

  “O’Brian, I ‑‑”

  “What’s been botherin’ you, Nick?” O’Brian straddled his partner’s lean hips and settled himself comfortably so that the thick bulge at the crotch of his jeans was rubbing directly against Valenti’s already half-hard cock. Valenti groaned at the contact as O’Brian rubbed against him, their shafts grinding together through the layer of denim.

  “Don’t know ... don’t know what you’re talking about,” he gasped.

  “Oh, I think you do.” Reaching down, O’Brian shifted so he could wrap his fingers around the long, pulsing shaft. Slowly he stroked from the root up to the flaring head. Precum was already beading at the tip of Valenti’s cock and O’Brian captured some with his thumb, using it for lubrication on the next long, slow stroke. It still amazed him that he wanted another man this much, that his partner’s long, lean, muscular body could make him hotter than any curvy naked woman ever had. He knew why it was, though ‑‑ he and Valenti connected on much more than the physical plane. They had a bond so deep and wide nothing could break it ‑‑ not even Valenti’s little secret, whatever it was.

  He admired the way Valenti’s muscles shifted under his smooth, tanned skin as he writhed on the bed, loved the crisp black hair that lay in disarray across his high forehead, the red lips, open in a harsh, panting moan. But most of all O’Brian loved the feel of his partner’s thick cock in his hand, the tender, vulnerable sac that O’Brian knew exactly how to tickle to make Valenti groan. He’d never dreamed that having the same equipment as your lover could be such an advantage before he and Valenti had taken the next step in their relationship. Had never dreamed he could get so much pleasure from the feel of another man’s cock in his hand, in his mouth, from the taste of another man’s cum on his tongue.

  “Remember the first time you jerked me off, Valenti?” he asked, still stroking his partner’s aching shaft. “That Wankathon contest at The RamJack?”

  “God, yes!” Valenti groaned as O’Brian continued to fist him.

  “I remember the way you took charge of me,” O’Brian said, lost in the memory. “The way you made me hold still while you jerked me off. You stroked me just like this …” He demonstrated with another long, slow caress of his partner’s hard cock until Valenti was panting. “Made me come so hard I saw stars,” O’Brian told him. “Remember that?”

  “How ... how could I forget it?” Valenti asked.

  “I dunno. How could you? Tonight is practically our anniversary. A year ago tonight you were fucking my brains out at The RamJack,” O’Brian reminded him. “And yet you’d rather go to some damn stupid benefit than spend the night celebrating with me.”

  “Is that what this is all about?” Valenti demanded.

  “It’s more than that and you know it.” O’Brian gave him another long, slow stroke.

  Valenti gasped and tried to sit up, only to be jerked back by the short chain between the cuffs. He growled in frustration. “Look, uncuff me or at least take off this damn blindfold and we’ll talk about it.”

  “No can do, babe. Not the cuffs, at least. But here.” Leaning over, O’Brian jerked the black bandana off his partner’s head, freeing Valenti’s eyes at last. He saw the anger in their deep brown depths, but he saw the hunger too. That was the emotion he wanted to feed.

  “Look, O’Brian,” Valenti began angrily as soon as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

  “No, you look,” O’Brian told him. Leaning over, he started at the root of his partner’s throbbing erection and licked a long, hot trail right up to the broad, mushroom-shaped head.

  “God!” Suddenly the tension in the body under O’Brian’s changed as Valenti’s body moved seamlessly from anger to arousal.

  “Remember, Nicky?” O’Brian whispered, holding eye contact with his partner as he blew a cool stream of air along the wet trail he’d licked. “Remember the first time I ever sucked your cock?” He leaned down and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the broad head of Valenti’s shaft. “Didn’t know what the hell I was doin’,” he continued as his partner watched, wide-eyed, no longer interrupting. “I only knew I wanted to taste you, wanted to feel your thick cock fucking my mouth.” He lapped at the tip of Valenti’s cock, savoring the salty, slightly bitter flavor of his partner’s precum. “Wanted to suck you until I felt you shoot your cum down my throat,” he murmured, locking eyes with his partner again.

  “I remember the way you bucked your hips, the way you thrust up to meet me. I could feel your hands on me in the dark ‑‑ strokin’ my hair, reachin’ down to touch my face while I sucked you, like you couldn’t quite believe I was really doin’ it and you had to make sure. And then when you finally let go, finally started fuckin’ your thick cock between my lips until you shot down my throat ‑‑ damn, it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. The best sex I’d ever had and it was me suckin’ another guy’s cock. You know how deep our connection has to be to make that possible?” O’Brian demanded. “Me, who beat up every dumb jock in high school for callin’ me ‘fag’ cause I was too little and too cute?”

  “Sean …” Valenti shook his head. “I just thought …”

  “You just thought you could forget all about that ‑‑ about us ‑‑ for the past month. Thought you could skip the one-year anniversary of the time we spent at The RamJack. Thought you could keep secrets from me and get away with it. Didn’t you?” O’Brian demanded. “Well I’m here ta let you know you can’t, babe.” Leaning down, he lapped at the pearl of precum decorating his partner’s throbbing crown once more before taking the long, thick cock completely down his throat.

  It had taken almost a year, but O’Brian had gotten very good at deep-throating. He sucked and swallowed his partner’s shaft, taking it deeper and deeper until he was tasting the river of warm, salty precum at the back of his throat instead of across his tongue. If anyone had ever told him before The RamJack that being able to suck cock correctly would be one of his proudest achievements, O’Brian would have laid the bastard out cold. And yet, it was true. Valenti’s passionate moans and the convulsive shivers of pleasure he felt running through the long frame beneath him was worth every minute he’d spent attaining this strangely enjoyable skill. He only wished that he could have left at least one of Valenti’s hands uncuffed. There was no greater pleasure than feeling his partner’s big, warm hand carding through his hair and caressing his face while O’Brian sucked his thick cock, urging him to come.

  “God! Oh, God, Sean! Gonna ... can’t help it! Gonna …”

  O’Brian felt the big muscles of his partner’s thighs turn to iron under his palms, and then Valenti’s lean hips bucked upwards helplessly as the electric spasm of orgasm wracked him. Instead of pulling back, O’Brian sucked harder, taking Valenti even deeper into his throat, working for the hot flood of cum he knew was on its way.

  He wasn’t disappointed. Valenti had always been a big producer and it had taken some time to get used to swallowing his load. To get used to the idea of swallowing any man’s load, O’Brian thought, as he drank the salty/bitter tide thirstily. And yet the pleasure he saw on his partner’s face as he sucked out every last drop of cum did more for him than seeing a pretty woman sucking his own cock ever had. It was the act itself ‑‑ an act of love, an expression of the bond between them that got him every time. That and the fact that he loved making his straight-laced partner lose control.

  “O’Brian ... I can’t believe …” Valenti was limp, his brown eyes melting with emotion.

  “Believe it, babe,” O’Brian said shortly. “And now you better get ready to be fucked. Suckin’ your cock has me wantin’ you so bad I can’t see straight.”

  Valenti went a little pale beneath his natural tan. “God, Sean, I don’t know. It’s been over a month since we …”

  “I know exactly how long it’s been,” O’Brian growled. His cock was snarling in
his jeans for release, and he pulled his T-shirt over his head and unsnapped his fly. “It’s been way too long since I’ve buried my cock inside you and fucked you hard and long. I’m gonna ride your ass tonight, Nicky, and you’re gonna love every minute of it.”

  “God, when you talk that way …” Valenti closed his eyes briefly and took a deep, shuddering breath before looking at O’Brian again. “How do you want me?” he asked, his deep voice soft and tense. “Oh my hands and knees? The way we did it that first time?”

  “Want you just like you are right now,” O’Brian assured him. Suddenly his heart swelled with love for his partner, this man who was so willing to open his heart, to open his body. Who was willing to allow O’Brian to penetrate him, to fuck him and come in him despite the fact that neither of them had ever done anything remotely like this before they had taken their friendship to the next level. He leaned over and kissed Valenti long and slow, just like he’d been dying to do for the entire last month. Parting the soft red lips, he invaded his partner’s mouth, feeding Valenti the taste of his own cum on his tongue, making the other man moan with the intensity of the kiss.

  At last he drew back and fumbled in the nightstand beside him for the lube. They’d come a long way since the jar of Vaseline he’d used the first time he fucked Valenti. The lube was cool and smooth and allowed for easier access to resistant flesh.