The Pentagon demanded answers and someone’s head on a stick. Elliot Pearl took the heat. Project Dawn was scrapped, and Doc, sick of what the end result had turned out to be, quietly left the group with the remaining Recruits. He’d promised them a place in society with a purpose. He’d defended them when the government wanted to terminate “what was left” of the program. And he’d provided them with a home and each other, friendships Ace would kill to keep.
He glanced down at the man nearly purring under his hands. Zack was no pushover, but when it came to Ace’s wants, he normally didn’t argue. Surprised by that observation, Ace considered his friend.
“Still hurts,” Zack grumbled and flexed his delts.
Ace’s loins tingled. By thinking about the squad, he’d been able to tune out what Zack felt like under his hands. Now he couldn’t think about anything else. I’m not gay. I’m not.
Maybe not for anyone else. But when it came to Zack, his body knew what it wanted.
Pushing harder over the spot on Zack’s back that needed attention, Ace worked the area.
“That’s good,” Zack growled and turned his head, his eyes closed.
Ace stared at the spiky lashes shadowing Zack’s cheek. His square jawbone, straight nose, and dimpled chin should have hinted at a stubborn man. But Zack was all about pleasure…Ace’s pleasure, actually. Maybe it was time to give back for once.
Though nervous, Ace wanted to see to Zack’s needs. It was more than thanking Zack for saving him. It was a chance to get closer to his best friend, someone he hadn’t treated right for a very long time. Ace wasn’t sure why he knew it was the right thing to do, but he didn’t question his instincts. He’d ignored them for too long as it was.
“Wait one.” Ace hurried to the bedroom door and locked it. A glance over his shoulder showed him Zack hadn’t stirred. He hurried back and carefully straddled Zack’s ass.
“What the hell?”
“It’s easier for me to apply the right pressure if I’m over you.” Ace smoothed more lotion on his palms and rubbed deeper into the silky skin under his hands. “This doesn’t hurt, does it?” He made sure to avoid Zack’s bandaged side.
“No.” Zack’s gruff answer made Ace smile. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Zack was aroused. God knew he was.
He stared down at his tented underwear and sighed. No, I’m not ready for all of this, not yet. Baby steps. Besides, this is for Zack, not me.
Settling over Zack’s tight ass, Ace continued to massage his friend’s back. Zack’s breathing grew raspy. The scent of arousal filled the air. Zack moved his head down, his face into the pillow once more. Ace squirmed over Zack’s ass and heard a faint moan. No question, this was arousing both of them.
In an effort to lighten the mood, he said, “You know, I hate to say it, but I think you’re getting bigger.”
“What?”
“Your back. Your lats are bigger than mine. I’m going to have to work on that. You still have nothing on my guns, though.” His biceps rocked.
“Oh, right.” Zack snorted. He didn’t quite mask the flex of his ass. The bed had to be hell on his cock.
Ace smirked and scooted back.
“Thanks,” Zack said in a thick voice. “I feel much better.”
“I’m not done yet. Unless you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no. I haven’t had a massage in too long. And after yesterday, I feel like a human punching bag.” He quieted. “You sure you’re feeling okay to do this? You took a pounding too.”
“Not as bad as you. Some scratches that bled a lot, a few minor bruises. To be honest, it’s my hand that hurts the most. The rest of me feels fine.” He felt energized, truth be told.
Being near Zack aroused his energy as well as his libido.
“Well, finish me then.”
God help me, but I intend to. When Ace reached for Zack’s briefs, Zack froze.
“What are you doing?”
“Just trying to move your clothes out of the way so I can hit skin. I’m not gonna hurt you, Zack,” he scoffed. His heart raced. He’d never done this before. What if Zack said no?
Worse, what if Zack saw him hard and aching and said no?
But his buddy kept his head down in the pillow. “Whatever. I’m not scared of you, cub.”
I’ll give you cub. Whereas Zack’s play on his last name normally irritated him, right now, it sounded like an endearment. Still, Ace gave him the expected response. “It’s Two Bears, dickhead.”
“It’s Cree,” they both said at the same time.
Ace shook his head, grinning, and eased Zack’s underwear down his legs and onto the floor.
God, his ass was tight. Images of sliding his cock between those cheeks, of sticking his dick in that dark hole, consumed him. Zack had taken him so many times before, but only when changed. What would it be like to be the one doing the taking? And in normal skin?
Fangs pierced his gums, and his arms began to ripple.
“Man, you okay?” Zack lifted his head, and Ace forced his change back.
“Fine,” he answered in a hoarse voice and jumped forward to shove Zack’s head down on the bed. “Just, ah, lie down and enjoy, okay?”
“Sure.” Zack didn’t move again, for which Ace was grateful.
Ace knelt on the bed between Zack’s legs. He drew in a deep breath and placed his hands on Zack’s ass.
Zack’s entire body locked up.
“Relax.” Ace kneaded the hard muscle, unconsciously rubbing with a sensual touch.
“You want it to feel good, don’t you?” he asked in a low voice.
Zack grunted and relaxed.
Ace continued to massage him, pushing his hands down to Zack’s thighs and calves. His dick was so hard, it hurt, and his underwear stuck to the wet patch growing over his shaft.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Mmm.”
“Spread your legs wider for me.”
Zack did so immediately.
Ace ran his hands between Zack’s thighs, grazing his hard sac. Zack hissed his pleasure.
“Still feels good?”
“Oh, yeah.” Zack’s thick voice drove Ace wild, and he had to work to control the urge to fuck that ass.
Gone was any reticence about being sexual with another male. Only Zack mattered right now. Zack’s pleasure, not mine.
Ace stroked up and down Zack’s thighs, making sure the tips of his thumbs continued to brush Zack’s balls. Then he eased his hands between Zack’s legs, rubbing constantly against his sac and the base of his shaft.
With each push of his fingers, Zack shoved against the bed. Ace had a feeling if he slid his hand under his friend, he’d find Zack as wet as he was.
Leaving Zack’s groin, he circled again to Zack’s ass. Rubbing the cheeks wasn’t enough.
Ace wanted to see that hole. He glided closer and closer to Zack’s crease, no longer pretending this was about a simple massage.
Zack was humping his bed, his arousal saturating the room. Ace pushed his ass cheeks wide and stared at his hole.
“God, what are you doing?” Zack groaned.
“Making you feel good.” Ace rubbed that ass for all he was worth, sliding his thumbs closer and closer to Zack’s anus. Finally having had enough, he shoved a thumb inside, marveling at the heat and tightness of that flesh.
“Fuck.” Zack pumped again and shuddered, moaning. The scent of cum filled the air, and Ace knew a moment of peace as Zack found release. I gave him that.
Before he could take care of himself, Zack rasped, “I think I need more lotion.”
Ace blinked in confusion.