His stomach twisted in knots. Did Vin pull them out in invitation or condemnation? “You already knew about those things. You saw the gag gifts before I did.”
Vin’s expression turned inscrutable. He rested his hands lightly on his massive thighs and seemed to wait for Chris to explain.
Chris licked his lips nervously. He tested the cuffs again. They rattled in the silence between them.
“You came into my room,” Vin said, after a moment.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Why did you come into my room?”
“I thought you’d be awake and I needed to tell you something about the case. I swear,” Chris explained. Foreboding etched worry in his belly.
Vin folded his arms across his chest and tucked his chin.
“I, uh-fuck man, not like this. At least allow me some dignity when I’m talking to you.” Annoyance gave Chris something to hang on to. To fight with.
“I’m waiting. Can’t image how the case has anything to do with touching me or commenting on my body.”
Chris searched his brain for an explanation that would make the truth more palatable to Vin. His silence answered guiltily for him.
“I thought about it after you left. Couldn’t come up with anything to explain it, case or no case, that didn’t sound sexual. I tried, Tarp. I tried to think of any possible meaning to that one, and couldn’t do it. S’why I’m here. Trying to get the truth. You gonna give it?” Vin asked.
Chris huffed. “Probably not anything you’re going to like.”
“I’m awake. What did you have to say?”
“We can talk about this in the morning. Clearer minds, fresh start, all that,” Chris hedged. “And you can rest assured that I won’t lay a hand on you.”
“You got me up. Let’s hear it.”
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. He yanked on the cuffs again. “Seriously?” he asked, holding up his wrists and delaying the inevitable.
When Vin didn’t move or alter his expression in anyway, Chris licked his dry lips one last time before confessing. “I’m gay. As my partner, I though you should know that before we play the happy couple and start making out again.”
“Why is being gay a problem?” Vin asked, flatly.
“Wow. You just aren’t going to make this easy for me, are you?”
“No.”
“Of course not. It wouldn’t be a problem, never has been a problem with any agent I’ve had to team up with for regular cases. This may be my first undercover gig, but it’s not my first partnership. It’s a problem now because I’m way too attracted to you and it pisses me off.”
“Ignore it,” Vin said. His expression shifted thoughtfully.
“I would fucking ignore it if you didn’t keep deep-throating my tonsils and walking around like a half-naked god, leaving me with the mother of all hard-ons. Capisce?”
“Capisco,” Vin answered back that he understood. “You want my ass.”
“It’s a great ass,” Chris agreed, lamely. And he was fairly certain Vin was about to hand him his.
“Haven’t seen much of it.”
“Take my word for it.”
Vin leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands at each side of Chris’ chest. “I will.”
“And now you’ll uncuff me?” Chris asked.
“No.” Vin quirked a smile. His cool blue gaze flitted over Chris’ face thoughtfully. “Why did you tell me to stop when I kissed you in front of the house?”
“Have you ever tried tucking your cock and then getting a hard on? Just about fucking killed me.”
“Thought you’d stop me tonight.”
“Wasn’t tucked,” Chris said, his voice hitching. His gaze slid to Vin’s mouth. “Fuck. You going to quit asking me questions anytime soon? It’s the middle of the night, for fuck’s sake.”
“Inhibitions retreat when fatigued.”
“Who are you trying to un-inhibit? Me or you?” Chris asked. The cuffs were becoming a tired addition to the conversation. Vin either needed to let him go or tell him what the fuck he wanted already. Hadn’t he already confessed the worst of it?
As though in slow motion, Vin lowered his head. Chris’ breath caught. Was Vin going to explore his sexuality on the confirmed gay man? He didn’t look to be teasing. Aside from the furry handcuffs anyway.
The heat of Vin’s breath teased Chris’ lips and he relaxed his mouth to take whatever Vin decided to bestow. God, Vin was a fucking wet dream. Faraway, up close, on his damn head, Chris suspected.
Vin sweetly molded their lips together.
Chris groaned, lost in the warm stubbly slide of parted lips on parted lips through heated gasps. Their tongues touched almost timidly before another pillowy testing of their mouths against one another. When Vin finally broke the kiss and sat up, Chris felt almost as light-headed as he had last time, when Vin had all but devoured his mouth.
“Fuck,” Chris whispered. “You’re clearly into torture.”
“You liked that, did you?”
He couldn’t read Vin. What did the kiss hope to accomplish and why the fuck was Vin tormenting him. If he so much as looked at the tented sheet, Vin would know exactly what effect he had on Chris. As though there were any question. It’s not like Chris could reject Vin’s experimentalism.
“Not an observant detective, are you?” Chris mocked. His good humor flagged.
Vin’s brows rose. He’d seen that look before. Right before Vin had taken the challenge to kiss him in front of the neighborhood. Fuck. Note to self: never fucking challenge Vin and think you can save face.
Vin laid his palm on Chris’ chest. He dragged it down, knocking off the bag of gag gifts and taking the sheet lower. He stopped at his belly. The head of Chris’ cock touched the back of Vin’s hand and left a drop of moisture.
Inscrutable, he stared at Chris for a long time. Chris was in agony to know what he thought, or to break the fucking cuffs and make Vin touch his throbbing cock.
Chris clamped his jaw. He wouldn’t play this game of cat and mouse, waiting for the physical torment just to see what Vin would do next. Chris wasn’t that guy. He made things happen, he didn’t wait for them to happen.
In a show of defiance, he kicked off his sheet, baring himself. They both knew how his body reacted to Vin’s kiss, his touch. Chris lifted his hips, displaying himself unselfconsciously.
“This,” Chris taunted, “is what’s called an erect penis.”
Vin hissed sharply through parted lips.
Chris’ cock dripped pre-cum. Each pulse beat visible in the slight lift and fall of his engorged shaft. Bared and stretched, Chris wanted Vin to use him, satisfy them both.
“Are you going to use it, or memorize it for posterity?” Chris asked.
An enigmatic smile tugged a sexy smile from Vin. His eyes twinkled as they narrowed in some unknown amusement. “Use it?”
His husky voice shot strait to Chris balls. He watched in heady anticipation as Vin finally touched him. His palm rubbed up the underside of Chris cock.
Horror flashed like cold sweat. “Oh shit!” Chris’ balls tightened, sharply. He tried to hold back the tide, but couldn’t. Cum streaked up his cock and spilled in hot spurts over his chest and Vin’s hand. Chris’ stuttered groan punctuated each milky jet.
Vin lifted his hand, looking at the spay that glistened on his fingers. “That was easy.”
“Fuck! No, wait, that never happens. I swear.”
“Be right back,” Vin said. He stood and Chris caught sight of Vin’s cock, jutting forward as he walked away.
“What about you?” Chris asked, twisting in the furry cuffs to reach the enticing rigidity of male flesh. God, he wanted to taste it so bad.
“What about me?” he said as though the thought hadn’t occurred to him.
“Where are you going?” Chris yelled so Vin could hear him from the bedroom. Fucking giant had fucking left the fucking room with him still fucking cuffed to the fucking bed.