Page 1 of Hold Me Down (KRK Security #4)

Travis pushed Dave against the elevator wall.

"Once we get home, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll walk bowlegged for a week."

It was after ten, they were done with the Lanvester assignment as of half an hour ago, and Travis wanted to get home, release some of the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and then sleep for at least nine solid hours.

He'd even settle for seven. It would still be a marked improvement over the last few weeks.

"Or you're gonna crush me by falling asleep on me," Dave told him, even as he tilted his head back in what he surely knew was a pretty damn enticing manner.

Travis wanted to lick him all over. The smell of him, stronger now as Travis nosed right under Dave's jaw, was enough for Travis's dick to take notice.

As usual.

And wasn't it nice to have a best friend who was also a great fuck?

Dave picked that moment to push his hips forward, brushing their hardening cocks together, and, damn, scratch that , having a friend like that was fucking amazing.

Unfortunately, the elevator started moving, and since neither of them had pressed a button to go anywhere, it meant someone was about to get an eyeful if they didn't move.

Travis pulled away slowly and leaned against the opposite wall of the elevator right before the door opened on the parking level to show Kalei there, jacket thrown over his arm and a phone in his hand.

Dave straightened from his slump and raised his eyebrows at their former platoon commander and current boss.

"Weren't you heading home?"

Kalei shook his head. "Still have things to do, but if Vic didn't see me leave, he wouldn't have left, either, so I had to pretend." He pointed with his phone at Dave, then at Travis. "Do not tell him that."

Travis exchanged looks with his partner, because what else were they going to do, here?

Kalei might be fond of saying Travis and Dave didn't have an off switch these days when it came to taking risks, but it didn't mean they were stupid enough to try and talk to their boss about whatever was going on—or wasn't —between him and his executive assistant.

No way.

"We won't, but honestly," Dave turned to Kalei as they switched places, them walking out of the elevator and him going in, "you should go home."

"I'm capable of keeping my own hours, thank you." Kalei pushed the button to the third floor. "Go home and get some sleep before tomorrow. This new course is supposed to be a real challenge, and I know how you all can get."

Travis flashed him a big grin. "As if you'd like us any less competitive."

Kalei's response might have been something along the lines of "As if I'd like you at all," but the door closing muted half of it and Travis decided to ignore the rest.

Sure, Kalei had been on their asses recently for going way too hard a time or two, but it was nothing. Travis and Dave enjoyed pushing their limits and the limits were moving as they got better and better at things, that was all.

"I kind of want to tell on him to Vic," Travis muttered, suddenly in a rebellious mood, but he deflated quickly at Dave's glare. "I won't! I won't. I'm simply saying I'd like to. Vic's the only one who can talk some sense into him, now that Noa's in New York."

"From what we just saw, I'd say not even Vic is capable of that." Dave took out the keys and unlocked the car. "For fuck's sake, who goes back to the office at half past ten at night? We'd know if there was an emergency, so there isn't one."

As they settled in the car and Dave started driving them home, Travis remembered what they'd been doing before they were interrupted by the walking ball of angst that was Kalei.

He spread his legs and reached out to put a hand on Dave's thigh, a surge of satisfaction rushing through him as he felt Dave tense and relax under his touch.

Travis squeezed the solid muscle before resting his hand there. "How about we go back to what we were doing earlier?"

"You falling asleep on me standing up?"

"I was not. I think it was pretty obvious we were both into it and very awake."

"Hopefully not so obvious that Kalei will give us yet another talk about keeping hands to ourselves on company premises." Dave grimaced briefly as he paused at the red light. "I'd like to pretend he doesn't know we're fucking."

"I say the next time he mentions it, we should declare it on the paperwork and be done with it."

Dave glanced at him, surprised. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, why not? It's only a few forms, and while Kalei's not going to let us do anything at work, he won't be able to give us so much shit about it, either. I haven't seen him say a word to James or Eddie."

"James and Eddie are dating."

"They're ridiculously gone for each other is what they are." Travis shook his head. "The forms don't care if people are in love or simply fucking for fun and release. I'd say we should go for it."

Dave tensed under his hand again.

"I'd still prefer him not to say anything," he muttered with his head turned the other way even though the intersection was empty besides them. "He doesn't say anything outside of work."

"He better not. Who we fuck is none of his business."

Feeling his mood going sour, Travis straightened in his seat and took his hand away from Dave, who sighed.

"Relax, I've just said he doesn't care otherwise."

"Yeah."

They drove the rest of the way in silence, and Travis might have closed his eyes at some point, but he didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until Dave jabbed him with his finger.

"Ouch!"

"Come on, old man, your bed's calling your name."

After he got out of the car, Travis stretched his arms above his head, the evening air waking him up a bit.

Maybe the night didn't have to be lost, after all.

"And what if I'd like you to be in my bed, calling my name? What about that?"

He resisted pulling Dave against him, but only because he saw one of their neighbors walking her dog nearby and he knew her to gossip left and right.

Besides, it was nice to watch Dave's ass as he led the way a few steps ahead.

"You didn't answer my question, you know," Travis pointed out after they entered the house and closed the door for the night.

Dave turned around and looked him up and down for a long, dragged out moment before pulling off his shirt and tossing it in the direction of the couch.

"Is that enough of an answer for you?"

Travis crossed the short distance quickly and pushed Dave towards the stairs.

Oh, yeah . The night was definitely salvageable.

Rushing upstairs, getting naked, and tumbling onto Travis's bed was nothing new, which was quite a relief.

What they had was the simplest thing ever—they liked to fuck and it was so easy to fuck each other.

The sex was reliably great, the chance of drama amounted to zero, and they were going to remain friends after, so—win, win, win.

Travis pulled back from kissing the freckles along Dave's shoulder to reach for the lube.

"Condom?"

Half the time, they went without, since neither of them was sleeping with anyone else, but other times, they used them to save themselves the clean-up afterwards.

Dave nodded and tilted his head back, spreading his legs, and Travis dropped the lube bottle on his own hip as he stared, because, damn .

That sight never got old. Dave was built like a brick wall, shoulders and chest thick with muscle—and covered with freckles, like most of his upper body.

He was a redhead and his skin was so pale that Travis's tanned hands seemed even darker against it.

"Anytime now."

Travis huffed. "Hold your horses, I'm getting the supplies and you're just lying there, looking pretty."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, don't you?" Dave offered him a toothy grin. "Pretty enough to get a blowjob as you stretch me, I hope."

"Mouthy enough to risk not getting one, as it were," Travis tossed back.

It was a false threat—he was already settling in between Dave's legs, because of course he was getting his mouth on that cock. Dave made the best noises when Travis was fingering him and swallowing him down at the same time.

They didn't linger on prep usually, too eager to move forward, but they both enjoyed it and never skipped it like some guys did. While Dave might not require a lot of stretching, he did need at least some, since Travis's cock wasn't small—and Travis needed it, too, when the situation was reversed.

Now, his first finger went in without issue, and Dave sighed as Travis licked around the head of his cock.

"Yeah, like that."

Travis closed his mouth around the head and hummed, which earned him a breathy moan and fingers grabbing his hair. Dave always tried not to pull at it too hard, but Travis enjoyed the challenge of making him do so.

After all, what was better than driving a strong and capable man into losing control?

Not much, in his book.

The second finger followed the first, then Travis slipped the third one, crooking them just right, and Dave moaned louder and tightened his grip—only to pull Travis's head back a moment later.

"I was promised a hard fuck, so get to it, or I'm gonna come way too soon."

Travis stole another lick around the head before sitting back on his shins.

"As if you didn't like getting railed after an orgasm."

Still, he grabbed the condom and put it on as Dave rolled on his stomach and lifted his ass in a move that made Travis's throat dry.

Fuck , what an invitation.

It had been way too long since he'd eaten that ass.

He filed it away for later, because he had a different objective now. Balancing on his knees, he positioned himself right behind Dave and spread his ass cheeks apart.

"You ready?" he asked as he watched his thumb slipping into the space in between.

His cock was so close, almost brushing against Dave's hole, and all Travis needed was—

"More than ready, come on."

—that.

The first push inside always knocked the air out of his lungs, but Travis didn't stop. He pressed forward, slowly and surely, until he was all the way in that tight, tight heat.

Only then did he take another breath.

"Fuck…" He tightened his grip on Dave's hips and stared at the expanse of his back, clusters of freckles at the top dispersing into nothing on the way down, his skin shining with sweat. "Tell me when I can move."

"Now." Dave's muffled voice came a few seconds later. "Come on, get it."

An experimental push, then another at a different angle, and Dave's moan told Travis he found what he was looking for.

There wasn't much talking after that. Travis's pace was fast and hard, the sounds slipping out of Dave's mouth only urging him on, faster, harder, right there, yes .

Dave came with a shout muffled by the pillow and Travis followed right after, swearing under his breath.

He fell on top of Dave and nuzzled against the back of his neck as the tremors rushed through him for what felt like forever.

The way Dave smelled after sex was intoxicating, and if Travis could get it up again so soon after coming, it would be because of that mix of sweat, and metal, and Dave's spicy cologne against warm skin.

For now, breathing him in like that was enough, and Travis let his body go boneless, echoes of pleasure still reverberating through him but not needing his attention.

He didn't have to do anything right then and there.

What a treat.