Page 24 of Fire and Smoke (Nothing Special #9)

Wesley (Wes) Drake

The viewing room was too dark and smelled faintly of metal from all the equipment.

Wes slouched in the third row, arms crossed, ass sore.

He tried not to squirm as Syn—stoic and focused—clicked from one slide to the next.

Law sat beside him, closer than he should be, yawning every few minutes.

“Am I boring you?” Syn asked without looking up from the notes he was reading.

“Um, no.” Law sat up. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Wes blinked, not believing Law said that.

“I was working late on some new devices for—"

Syn waved him off and went back to his lesson.

“Sneak-and-peek warrants are about precision, stealth, observation with little to no contact or interference…unless it takes a turn.”

He pointed to a zone on the blueprint. “Your job is simple, fellas. Distract then disappear. No heroics or cowboy shit you pull when we were in the training fields.”

He and Law nodded. Wes had no argument with that.

“You got about six minutes to do your thing. Free will be tracking you the entire time through your shoulder cams and bio-patch sensors. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Syn took his binder and headed toward the door.

“Good, we’re done.” Law got up, but Syn pointed back at the chair.

“You two will watch the last four operation tapes yourselves. Pay attention. This is how shit goes down with us.”

Wes didn’t let out his groan, but it’d been four and a half hours already, he was bored and uncomfortable in the hard plastic chair.

After Syn left, Wes dropped back in the chair, feet spread, trying to focus on the grainy footage.

The guys were in heavy gear, helmets, and googles, and Wes couldn’t tell who was who.

A low, gritty voice sounded through the speakers.

“Team Bravo, breach in three…two…”

Then he felt it. Law dragging his hand along the inside of his thigh beneath the small table.

Wes tensed and glanced around, but they were alone.

Law kept his eyes on the screen as he continued toward his cock, slow and maddening.

“Stop it, Law,” he grunted.

“You didn’t say stop last night.”

Wes rolled his eyes, a slight grin curving his lips. “I was seduced.”

“You liked it,” Law whispered.

“I fuckin’ loved it.”

Law hummed, cupping Wes’s cock and squeezing until he hissed.

“I know you did by the way you yelled my name.”

Wes’s pulse hammered. He swallowed hard and turned back to the footage as Law’s massage grew more intense.

“You want me again, don’t you?” Law chuckled. “You’re hard as a brick.”

“Fuck you.”

Wes felt as if he was burning alive. He gritted his teeth while Law stroked slow patterns over his aching length.

“You want me to stop?” Law whispered, showing him that cocky smile, his voice all smoke and sex. “Or do you want me to unzip your pants and blow your brains out again?”

Wes could hardly breathe. He kept his eyes fixed on the blurring bodies on the screen, his cock betraying his rationality.

Law kissed him behind his ear, light and gentle, before he bit down.

“If I get under this table, I’ll make it so you don’t last to the next tape.”

Wes glanced around, then hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down.

“If you drop under this table, you better make it good.”

Law’s laugh was filthy as he eased onto his knees under the table, slow and sinful like the demon he was.

Wes leaned back, legs spread as far as he could with his jeans at his ankles. His heart was pounding, and Law’s mouth was already moving, fast and greedy.

“I see somebody forgot there are cameras in the review room,” someone said through an intercom.

Wes jumped as Law bumped his head so hard on the table it skidded a few inches.

Multiple sounds of deep laughter came from the other guys, and Wes only hoped God and Day were still out of the office.

His face flamed hotter than the fire he loved. He was flushed with rage and humiliation as he cursed at Law, all while scurrying to pull his pants up.

“You dumbass.”

It was Free, and he was laughing so hard he could barely get the words out. “Finish watching the tapes and knock it off.”

Wes dragged his hand down his face. “I’m gonna kill you when we get back to your place…and still make you finish me off.”