Nick grabbed Kelly’s face with both hands. “Eternity.
Spirit meeting matter. Archways. Warriors.” They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Nick made a sound like an animal in pain as he backed away from Kelly and slapped himself in the forehead. “God! Why the f**k couldn’t I have figured that out an hour from now?” he shouted.
“What, figured what out?”
“It’s a cemetery,” Nick hissed. “The star points us to a cemetery.”
Nick zipped up his pants and stalked off, heading toward JD’s and Julian’s room.
“Hey,” Kelly called after him. “Does this mean I’m not getting f**ked, because I don’t like this new plan at al !”
Nick stopped in the middle of the hall and turned. Kelly was standing in front of their door, his hair mussed, his suit awry, his c**k obviously hard, his hands out like he couldn’t believe Nick had just walked away. But he was still smiling.
Kelly was always smiling.
Nick glanced at the door of the other men’s room, then back to Kelly. Kelly deserved better than being abandoned for a treasure hunt. When it came right down to it, if Nick had a choice to make, he’d always choose Kelly. “Fuck it, it can wait ’til morning.”
He fished the key out of his pocket and headed back to his lover. Kelly’s grin widened and he began to unbutton his own shirt in anticipation. Nick grabbed him around the waist, kissing him, then lifting him to his toes to deepen the kiss. Kelly’s hands were once again in his hair.
“You trying to sweep me off my feet?” Kelly asked, a little breathless.
Nick grinned. “No. But I am going to take you up on that sloppy blowjob you offered.”
Kelly cackled as Nick dragged him inside. “Who says romance is dead?”
Nick attacked his clothes, dropping the expensive material here and there. They both kicked clumsily out of their shoes, and Kelly wasn’t even out of his briefs before Nick tossed him onto the bed. Kelly stretched out, pushing his briefs down as he scooted closer to the middle of the king-sized bed. Though he’d seen Kelly’s hard body a thousand times before, he still nearly stumbled over his own feet when his eyes raked over the ornate six-shooter tattoo spanning from the juncture of Kelly’s thigh to his lower ribs and highlighting the muscle beneath it.
Nick tossed his last piece of clothing away and stood at the side of the bed, admiring his lover. Kelly’d had that six- shooter ever since Nick had known him, and Nick had always loved it and not quite known why.
“I thought I was going to get on my knees and let you f**k my mouth like a cheap whore,” Kelly drawled. “I mean, since you can’t afford a high-dol ar escort with your pants.”
There was a sparkle in his eyes. He knew exactly what he did 180 to Nick when he started talking like that. When he laid that tight body out for Nick to gaze upon.
“You were, but plans change,” Nick growled. He dug in his overnight bag and pulled out two things, showing them to Kelly for him to choose which would come first: a tube of lubricant, or the little red flip camera they kept for . . . special occasions.
“Camera,” Kelly gasped. “Oh God, yeah. The camera.”
Nick crawled onto the bed, wrapping Kelly’s hips in his arms and pul ing him closer. He handed him the flip cam, and Kelly scrambled to turn it on so he could catch the first touch of Nick’s tongue to his cock.
Ten minutes later, Nick was on his back, Kelly straddling his chest and f**king his mouth as he filmed it. He wasn’t going easy; he was far too drunk for that. But the rougher he was with Nick, the harder he pulled Nick’s hair, the deeper he thrust even after Nick nearly gagged on him, the more he bruised Nick’s lips, the more turned on Nick became.
Kelly arched over him, gritting his teeth and shouting Nick’s name. He cried out again and met Nick’s eyes, fist clenched in his hair. “If I came all over your face, you’d take it out on my ass, wouldn’t you?”
Nick dug his fingers into Kelly’s hips, nodding.
Kelly turned the video camera to face him, and gave it a sly smile. “Not usually recommended, but this is going to be worth it.”
Chapter 8
Selly groaned when the light lanced through Khis eyelids. He buried his face in the mattress, burrowing under his pillow.
Someone picked the pillow up and tapped his shoulder.
“No!” Kelly griped. “Fuck PT, dude.”
“Get dressed, babe, it’s almost six.”
Kelly sat up too fast, and his head swam. His stomach churned briefly, but he got it under control. He was surprised to find not just Nick in the room, sitting on the end of the bed, but also Julian and JD loitering near the doorway. “Jesus, how long did I sleep?”
“What happened to your neck?” JD blurted.
Kelly gingerly touched his neck. “Something about . . .
holding on to the headboard. I can’t remember. Jesus, what was in those drinks?”
Nick chuckled darkly. He pulled a boot on and stood to stamp his foot against the ground. Then he sat again and laced it up.“How’d you come up with cemetery?” Julian asked Nick.
“Call it divine inspiration.”
“Yeah, I’m betting God was invoked a lot last night,” JD said under his breath.
“Shhh,” Kelly begged. He put a hand to his head. “What are we doing, why are we up? Oh my God in Heaven.”
“There are two main cemeteries we need to look at,” Nick explained. “If we start early, we won’t have to split up to cover the ground.”
“I think we’ve proven we work better as a hive mind than we do solo,” JD added.
“Indeed,” Nick agreed cheekily.
Kelly was groaning when he rolled out of bed. He had to hold his head to make sure it stayed attached. “Let me shower and throw up,” he muttered. He wobbled toward the bathroom, not even self-conscious about being bare-assed naked. Especially odd since he was pretty sure there was a bite mark on his ass. If they didn’t want to see him post-fuck, though, they shouldn’t have been in his room at six in the morning.
Julian merely rolled his eyes as Kelly walked by, but JD tried his best not to look. Kelly patted him on the shoulder, then slid the pocket door to the bathroom closed and promptly threw up everything he’d had to drink the night before.
“Charming,” he heard Julian comment after a few seconds of gagging with his head in the toilet.
It was going to be a long day.