Page 40 of Two for Joy

“Then let me in.”

Chad pulled a pained expression, shaking his head.

“Fine.” Romeo took hold of Chad’s wrists, tugging him into the corridor. “I’ll have you out here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah,” Romeo said, nipping Chad’s ear. “Right here. This is mutual territory.”

The corridor was no man’s land as far as Romeo was concerned. No monster. No detective, only Romeo and Chad.

Romeo resumed their touch of mouths, slower and more sensual, it won Chad over, made him pant and plead, then kiss back hard.

The next thing Romeo knew, they were on the floor, legs tangled, fighting off clothes. Kissing and touching with no hesitation. No care of who could walk into the corridor, no care for tomorrow. The monster and the detective gone, leaving Chad and Romeo and their need.

“I’ve missed you.” Chad gasped.

Romeo nodded, resuming their kiss and pushing an echo of the words back into Chad’s mouth. He missed this, this level of intimacy, this exposure and acceptance.

They were both naked, clothes gone, the air around them perfumed with the smell of sex and sweat. Their bodies shimmered, their hair stuck flat on their foreheads, and every inch of each other had been touched.

Chad sunk his teeth into Romeo’s lip, and he jerked in surprise. There was a time for gentle, usually after sex, but right then Chad was grinding against him, begging Romeo to have him. He entered Chad’s body with his fingers, curling and twisting, each motion mimicked by his tongue in Chad’s mouth. He was wet, lubed, and stretched as if he’d been waiting for Romeo to knock on his door every night. The thought made him groan and he almost startled himself out of the fantasy.

Romeo couldn’t wait any longer.

He hauled Chad onto his knees, got him in position, then guided his cock forward. With no resistance, he found his way home.

Romeo fucked him with wild abandonment, spearing Chad’s hole hot and fast while pressing down on the back of Chad’s neck, keeping him pinned to the carpet.

It didn’t take long for him to come, and when he did, he opened his eyes, finding Chad beside him on the wall, his hand wet in his boxers, and his cock still pulsing.

The fantasy served its purpose, but afterwards he was left feeling cold.

“How am I gonna get out of here?” He asked Chad, then he swallowed the unsure lump in his throat. “Would you even want me to?”

Part of Chad would, he knew that, but he wasn’t sure it would be the dominant part.

****

Saturday, showdown with Stevenson day. Romeo’s mind games had bred something ugly in her, something bordering on dangerous.

Romeo sat down opposite, and before she had a chance to speak, he leaned over the table.

“Leave Chad alone.”

“What?”

“Following him, confronting him in the carpark…”

“Someone has to call him out on his actions. Chad’s not good for you.”

“You don’t know what’s good for me, and what’s not.”

“I was looking out for you.”

“Don’t.”

“Romeo—”

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