Page 56 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
“Death in every corner,” Percy added, letting his hands be grasped.
“Sounds dangerous.”
“You have no idea—” Joe stole his words with a kiss. Hefelt Percy’s body tense in response, and he ran a hand around behind Percy’s neck to hold him close. Joe’s other hand slipped the first button loose.
“Stop,” Percy mumbled between kisses. “You’re killing me.”
“I can’t think of a better place in Tripoli to be alone,” Joe whispered.
He felt Percy’s smile against his lips. “Don’t tease. I can’t take much more.”
“Fuck me,” Joe breathed.
Percy’s muscles tightened, his breathing deepened, his voice lowered, and his beautiful lips demanded, “Say it again.”
“Percy…” Joe kissed the lips that kept perfectly still and waited for him to do as he was bid. “Don’t mess with me.”
How perfectly, cruelly, his lip curled. “Say it.”
Joe took a tight hold of Percy’s belt and yanked their bodies flush. “Fuck me.”
Percy took Joe by the ribs, flung him around, and shoved him back against the column. He wrenched the shirt over Joe’s head and threw it on the floor. In a second, Joe’s belt was open, and he could have murdered Percy for pausing just there, taking the time to run his hand down the length of his erection through his pants. It was already killing him, and still Percy kissed his neck, bit into his shoulder, ran his hand all the way down, so slowly, so firmly, until he found his balls, then applied the perfect pressure. If Joe hadn’t been so desperate to see his dick in Percy’s mouth or his ass—either would have been fine—then it would have been over already.
Joe slid his hand down behind Percy’s waistband and grabbed hold of his beautiful cock, already wet with anticipation, which only eased the movement of his hand along the length of his immaculate shaft. All he could think about now was that cock in his mouth. “I can’t wait. I need you rightnow.” He dropped to his knees and set Percy’s throbbing glory free.
“I’m so sorry!” came the horrified voice. “I’m so sorry, but could someone let me out please?”
Joe and Percy looked over, aghast, to see Althea, shielding her eyes, even as she forced them tightly shut against the sight.
“What the fuck?” Joe yelled, wrenching himself away from Percy’s cock.
“What the fuck?” Percy yelled, turning away entirely to imprison his excessively ample appendage.
“I’m sorry!” Althea yelled, clutching tight an expensive pair of sunglasses. “I thought you’d leave soon, and I didn’t want to interrupt, because that seemed really serious, but then all of this happened and?—”
“Why are you even here?” Percy spat.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she winced. “Please, it’s just, if I don’t go now, I’m going to get in so much trouble. I’m really sorry. Let me out and then you can just carry on like I was never here.”
Joe, too mortified to say anything, pulled his shirt back on, walked directly with averted eyes to the front door and unlocked it. The girl stole a final glance at Percy, his forehead now pushed up against a faux-marble pillar with his eyes closed and his lips tight, and ran after Joe.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly, squeezing past him and out the cathedral door. “Sorry. I don’t care about that sort of thing. I really don’t. But I have to go. Um…” She sent him a conciliatory smile. “Have fun, okay?”
Then she was gone, and Joe, who slightly wished he had died earlier, closed the door again. He made his way slowly, pale and shaken, back to Percy, who said, “I guess that’s that then.”
“Yeah. I think so,” Joe muttered.
They both stood there for a moment, neither of themhaving the first clue how to process what had just happened, until Percy hit on, “I think it’s time we get out of this country.”
“Let’s,” Joe agreed. “As soon as possible. We probably don’t have to take the sewers back to the hotel, since we haven’t stolen anything.”
“You’re right,” Percy said. “You go first, and…” He let out a long, defeated sigh. What a stupid, wasted trip it was. No sheath, no holiday, no hot sex in the cathedral, only a bunch of miserable memories in the miserable dry heat of a miserable city, yet all he said, with a touch of sad resignation, was, “You won’t be coming over for tea, will you?”
And in that instant, Joe’s mind was made up. “We’ll have tea tomorrow night. And anything else you want. Let’s go to the airport first thing.”
Something in the fast and firm delivery made Percy give pause, if only for a second. His eyes sparkled with a lovely warmth, and some tension about his shoulders eased a little. “You’re quite sure?”
Joe beamed back at him. “Very sure.”
