Page 59 of Cosmo

After he left the pub, Liam scouted out and found a nice cargo van that was about twenty years old. Easy to jack, and in a great location. No one would see it was gone until they woke in the morning to find the space empty.

It would take him all of forty minutes, so he took a drive to the apartment house where Taran was living while undercover. After climbing the two flights of stairs, he stood in front of apartment 3F and rapped quietly.

Taran opened the door and grabbed his shirt, yanking him nearly off his feet. “What the hell took you so long?”

They were kissing against the closed door in a matter of seconds, and Taran’s hands were all over him. “This is crazy. I’m giving up all I’ve ever believed for your dick. I’m an idiot,” he said between kisses. “I’m insane.”

“I’m a fucking snitch and you think you feel bad?”

Taran detached from his mouth long enough to grab his hand and pull him along toward the little hallway. “I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it. Fuck it. Fuck it all!”

Ripping at each others’ clothes in the bedroom, their mouths clashing, Liam, indeed, shared the sentiment. Fuck it. Fuck it all.

Liam was over him, pushing inside his ass as he watched Taran’s fists pulling the pillow over his face. It was a shame to cover that pretty face, but the scream that the pillow muffled would have had the cops down on their heads.

Liam started in hard, longing for more of those sounds. He got them, and Taran’s back arched deep as he writhed on his bed. The bed with the conservative beige duvet and two perfectly placed pillows.

Well, no longer perfectly placed.

The light coming in from the streetlights was minimal but enough to show his lovely body moving, muscles tensing, releasing, neck corded…

There were the sounds of his enjoyment, plentiful, exuberant, all the while he clutched at Liam’s arms and chest until Liam stopped moving and took the pillow from Taran’s face. “Don’t cover.”

In a huff, he laughed and then said, “Nosy neighbors and thin walls.”

“What? You bring all your CIs back here?”

Taran shook his head, losing his smile. “No. Only you, Liam. Only…only you.”

Assuming that meant more, Liam nodded a little, then kissed him tenderly, taking his time in the kiss. “Only me, then. I’m…I’m not into sharing.”

“Good. I’m not into being shared.”

Pushing in deeply, in one slow thrust, Liam languished in the kiss while Taran wrapped around him. They’d made more than one pact that day, making one another integral into each other’s lives, for better or worse.

Moving inside of Taran felt better than just the sexual part of it. It was physical, yes, but more. Like he was inside of all the man, his body, sure, but into his soul. Liam had gotten good at reading people. Shit, that was a survival technique in prison. He saw that Taran only wanted good, to see good, and do the same.

When he came, he watched a tear trail down into Taran’s hairline, those blue eyes glowing in the dark room just by the sheer emotion Taran felt. “Liam, I never want to hurt you.”

Liam believed him. Maybe it was stupid, but for Liam, it was also rare. He believed in no one since he was a kid. Maybe it was time he tried it.

He lay with Taran while Taran held him tightly, the sound of the city outside the window dulling until it seemed to be almost quiet. Taran’s lips touched Liam’s neck, and his breath there was calming Liam to sleep.

When he woke, it was just two in the morning. Taran was snoring softly beside him, and Liam kissed his forehead before he got up and grabbed his clothes, quickly dressing in the dark.

By the time he got back to the pub, it was morning, and he dragged himself into the backdoor and up the stairs, only to be greeted by Abs on the stairs. “Hey! Where have you been?”

He wasn’t used to explaining himself. “I, uh…”

“You’re doing stuff that’s none of my business. I’m not made of glass. I can take being told to fuck off.”

Liam looked at him and said sincerely, “Abs, I couldn’t ever say that to you.”

“Why not? Everyone else has my whole life. Well, except for the people here.”

A change of subject was in order. “How’s the cat?”

“I think he misses you. Maybe spend some time with him today. And we have rehearsal at four, so get some sleep before that.”

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