“Are you hairless, baby? I’m picturing your tight body, naked and glistening.” Steele’s breath gusted once, twice, followed by a sensual growl. “I can see all that pale skin, pink from the steam… and from your arousal. You’re hot for me… I like that… unnnnh… I need that.” Steele moaned so deep the vibration resonated in Tech’s ear and down his body. Steele sounded like he was close. Tech closed his eyes, fisting himself with quick shallow pumps, easing his other hand behind him, teasing his hole while he listened for every hitch in Steele’s breath, every sharp intake of air.
“I know I need to slow down, give you some space, but… oh god… I’m so fuckin’ hard for you. You have no idea how much I wanted to take you up on your offer today… and I will… but not until—”
Tech pushed the tip of his finger inside his pulsing hole. Just the thought of Steele being in there one day was enough to make him shoot hard and long. He cried out at the first jolt of his built up release, then whined Steele’s name on the next.
“That’s it… call out to me…” Steele’s words were rushed and Tech could easily imagine Steele’s strong hand fisting his hard cock. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… oh fuuuck. You sound so sexy when you come, sweetheart. Fuck, I’m ‘bout to come so hard…unnnnnh fuuuck, baby.”
Tech sagged against the wall; still squeezing and milking the head of his cock while he listened to the most amazing man he’d ever met come from just thinking about him in the shower. Tech felt dizzy and sated, having come harder than he had in years, and Steele hadn’t laid one finger on him. God help him when he did.
Tech knew Steele could hear him trying to recuperate, and he could hear Steele was panting hard and murmuring little curses in what sounded like another language. “Jesus. Shawn that was… see oli hea... go to sleep now, Shawn. I want you to dream about me. Goodnight, minu armas armuke."
Tech knew the line was clear; Steele was gone, but it took him a few more seconds to get himself together enough to get out of the cooling shower. He leaned against the door to his bathroom with a silly expression on his face. He couldn’t believe they’d done that. Was that the way the man apologized, because if so, Tech wouldn’t mind Steele insulting him a little more often. He’d ended that call perfectly. What had Steele said? What language was that?
Tech hurried into his bedroom and pulled up the earpiece’s software. It automatically transcribed all transmissions. After he figured out what Steele said to him, he needed to delete that particular transcript forever. This was not a conversation that would be recovered by WikiLeaks. Tech smiled foolishly while tapping a few keys, his towel cinched at his waist with his other hand. When he clicked on the link the transcript downloaded and Tech went through everything that was said, shaking his head when his cock started to jump again as he got further along. Some of the words were “inaudible” and he knew those were the sounds of their grunts and moans. When he got to the last sentence – minu armas armuke – Tech opened the language converter and clutched his hand over his chest when the English translation appeared.
“Goodnight, my sweet lover.”
Day
Day sat at Syn and Furi’s small dinette table just a little after dawn, gulping down his fourth cup of coffee. His temples throbbed and his stomach ached after he’d foolishly chosen imported beer as his dinner the night before. He hadn’t been able to go home last night. His brain and his heart were going head to head with each other, leaving him in a constant state of confusion and disappointment. After work, he’d gone to Furi’s garage to hang out with him and watch him work. Furi’s job was fascinating, regardless of him being a mechanic. The shit he could build was remarkable, and Day knew he was currently rebuilding a ‘73 Norton for his showroom floor.
Furi was one of Day’s best friends. From the moment the man had stepped into Syn’s life, Day knew he’d be a part of the family. He’d been married before to an abusive shithead that stalked him while he was dating Syn, and the entire team provided him with protection, which quickly solidified a bond between them. He was a great guy and one of the most talented mechanics in Atlanta. His business had been a success from the moment he opened his bay doors.
When Day showed up at his garage, Furi took one look at him and dropped the heavy wrench in his hand, walking straight up to Day and hugging him fiercely… just like he’d needed. They’d downed a couple six packs while Day assisted Furi with his work. Passing him the occasional tool here and there while he vented his frustration about God. It was late by the time God texted him, asking him to come home, but he ignored it. He couldn’t… couldn’t deal right then. He was tipsy and depressed, never a good combination for him. Furi locked up Day’s Mustang in his shop and took him to his and Syn’s home, listening to him blubber and curse all night about being stupid enough to propose.