Page 16 of The Team

When Rhett closed the door behind them, he almost sighed with relief. Where nothing and no one else existed. Just Jay and him.

Jay slid his phone onto the table and spun to face him. “So, you and Mr Pit Viper seemed to be getting along. Like, he spoke actual words to you.”

Rhett smiled at that. “Yeah. I feel like I got somewhere with him. He’s a hard one to read, that’s for sure. But he’s been through some shit, I know that much.”

Jay studied him for a second, his smile widening. “Oh my god.”

“Oh my god, what?”

Jay was grinning now. “You... you respect him.” He put his hands to his face. “That’s worse than liking him, I hope you know. Yourespecthim.” Then he peeled off his shirt and proceeded to do some lame strip dance with it. “R-e-s-p-e-c-t,” he began to sing.

Rhett grabbed Jay’s stupid shirt and threw it toward the couch, then pushed him against the table, smiling down at him, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, invading Jay’s mouth with his tongue. When he pulled back, Jay chased the kiss, desperate for more. Rhett put his thumb to Jay’s lips, making him whine.

“Do you need me to shut you up?”

Jay laughed and began to undo Rhett’s jeans. “Fuck yes.”

Rhett shoved Jay toward the couch and none too gently forced him onto it, the way Jay loved. He loved being manhandled. He loved rough hands and a firm hold. He loved it when Rhett took charge and showed Jay exactly how much he needed him.

Jay fell onto the couch, his head resting on a cushion where the back met the armrest. His smile was sinful as he licked his lips, and his eyes drew down to the bulge in Rhett’s jeans. “Give it to me,” he murmured. “Fucking need it, Rhett.”

Rhett chuckled, his body thrumming with need and anticipation. He pulled his cock out, pushed his jeans down a little, then put one knee on the sofa beside Jay’s hip.

With one hand on the back of the couch, the other onthe armrest, Rhett aimed his erection at Jay’s mouth. Jay wound his hands around Rhett’s ass and, bringing him up and closer, he took him straight into his warm, wet mouth.

Jay hummed and sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the head, and Rhett looked down, not wanting to miss a second. He watched as Jay worked him over, taking him deep, sucking hard, his perfect lips gliding up and down.

“Fuck yes,” Rhett hissed, thrusting in and out. The pleasure was too much, too soon, hurtling Rhett toward the precipice of ecstasy. He wanted it so bad. He needed it. “You feel too good. Gonna come too fast.”

Jay looked up at him with those dangerous brown eyes, took him deep, sucked him hard, and squeezed his ass cheeks. Rhett couldn’t hold it back any longer.

He arched his back, trying not to ram in too far, as he unloaded in Jay’s throat, spilling his seed in hot, thick spurts.

Jay drank it down, moaning and humming, squeezing and sucking, and Rhett’s head spun. His world blacked out.

He barely registered Jay pulling him down on the couch with him, holding him, rubbing his back, kissing his neck.

“Fuck,” Rhett breathed, panting. “What day is it?”

Jay laughed underneath him. “It’s dick-sucking day.”

“Oh, goodie,” Rhett said, mind swirling into sleep. “My favourite.”

Jay chuckled. “Good. Because you’re up next.”

Rhett should have known... good things didn’t last; moments of happiness were fleeting at best. Any step forward was met with two steps backward in their world of secrets and lies, of tricks and treason.

His ringing phone after too few hours of sleep was a blunt reminder.

Rhett never expected an easy life or extended periods of peace. But Jesus Christ.

One fucking day would be nice.

FIVE

Awoken just after0400 to a phone call, Rhett jolted up, snatched his phone, and was greeted with Director King’s curt tone.

“Briefing room. Fifteen minutes.”