Page 22 of Hold Me Down (KRK Security #4)

A few months later

Dave laughed as Travis pulled him towards the bathroom.

"You know that if we're late, there'll be a line of people ready to kill us, right?"

"We're not going to be late." Travis stepped into the shower and turned on the water, angling the showerhead away as he always did, since he hated being hit with cold water. "That's what a joint shower is for."

"Sure, because that has worked so well for us in the past." Dave picked a conditioner from the cabinet before following Travis into the shower once the temperature was warm enough. "Bullet-proof plan, right there."

Tugging Dave closer until they were pressed together, Travis raised his eyebrows.

"I'm hearing a lot of complaining, and yet, here you are."

Dave exchanged the conditioner for the shampoo on the shower shelf and poured a bit onto his hand and Travis's.

"Not every decision I make is the smartest one." He started massaging Travis's scalp and sighed when Travis did the same to him. "I can't resist."

While it was supposed to be teasing, that last part came out soft and too earnest, which made Dave scrunch his nose. When he glanced at his partner's face, though, Travis was giving him that beaming smile he reserved only for him, so maybe it was worth it, in the end.

Who knew Travis would be a glutton for soft admissions and praise?

Not Dave.

He'd thought he would for sure be the softer, cornier one—and he did crave hearing things like that, which thankfully Travis delivered in spades—but to have it the other way around, too? And see Travis light up like this?

Dave would have never, ever predicted that.

Which was only one of the many surprises the last few months had brought.

"Well, I can't resist you, so we're even."

Travis tugged at Dave's hair, and when Dave tilted his head back, Travis dropped a kiss on his neck.

Then another, and another.

"Na-ah, I'm not getting it up again right now." Dave pulled back and turned them around so he could rinse his hair.

And, damn , the ease of not only moving without issue but also using his strength in simple ways was still so damn refreshing.

He'd been back at work for about a month now, but only those past two weeks had he been allowed to go back to the regular training routine with the rest of the crew, which he'd solely missed.

He'd missed manhandling Travis even more.

"With proper time and attention, you would and you know it." Travis squeezed Dave's cock as if to underscore his point. "But like you said, we'd be risking a killing squad behind the wedding hall, so we better not."

"It would ruin the party, I'd imagine."

Travis chuckled as he started soaping Dave's chest. "Pascal would find a way to revive us just to kill us again."

"Not a great look for the reelection campaign, nor the VP murmurs."

"I can't believe a guy coming to our basketball games is on the shortlist for the VP." Travis motioned for Dave to turn around so that he could wash his back, too. "As if the Supreme Court Justice wasn't enough."

"You've never had a problem relaxing around Pascal."

"He wasn't the VP then."

"He's been a popular senator for years." Dave dropped his head forward, enjoying Travis's hands sliding up and down his body. "It's okay to admit you don't want that to be true because we might lose Jeremy over it."

Travis's movements stopped.

Shit .

Turning around, Dave put his hands on Travis's shoulders.

"Hey, you're not alone in this. I don't want to see him go, either."

"I feel like we can't say it, though."

"Well, not to Jeremy or Pascal, obviously." Dave soaped his hands and started running them down Travis's chest. "But we can admit it here."

"If not now, it's going to happen someday in the future. Pascal's going places, and we all know it."

"And some of those places don't mean Jeremy has to stop working for a long time yet."

"But not the VP."

Dave sighed, guiding Travis to turn around. "No."

"Fuck, what a decision to make. Have I told you lately how happy I am that we work in the same field and neither of us is famous or in need of a Secret Service detail?"

With a chuckle, Dave dropped a kiss on the back of Travis's neck.

"Not in so many words, no."

"Well, I am."

"I am, too. A few months away from work were already more than I could handle."

Travis turned back around at that.

"You handled it well, and you know it, hiccups and all."

They vastly differed in their opinions on that, but Dave didn't want to get into it again, so he redirected.

"Speaking of being famous, do you think Ian is coming alone or—?"

"No way would they launch their relationship at the wedding of a sitting US senator. Even if there was anything to launch, which I'm not so sure about."

Dave huffed and turned off the water.

"I don't know why you were more willing to believe there was something going on when Ian wasn't giving us anything, and now that he's obviously preoccupied by something , you're having doubts."

"Ian having a tryst with an international music star was a fun idea, but… I don't know. I don't like how he seems more anxious than excited these days. What if the guy doesn't want to come out? What if they were together and he cheated, but Ian can't tell anyone because he promised not to out him?"

"Whoa." Dave stared at his partner as he toweled off. "That's pretty dark."

"Exactly." Travis handed him the conditioner Dave had forgotten to use in the shower. "It can all be bullshit, of course. Still, whatever it is, Ian doesn't look happy to me."

Dave couldn't argue with that. Ian was usually a pretty reserved guy, but he wasn't grumpy by any means, or even particularly serious.

He simply didn't share much about his personal life, which—while hard to stomach for a bunch of gossips at the office—wasn't bad in itself.

There was definitely something going on with him now, though, and Dave wished he knew what it was.

"That's a no for a star-studded wedding, then?"

Travis glanced at him in the mirror as they both prepared for a shave.

"Well, if you discount all the political stars, then sure."

"We were told it's going to be a pretty small wedding, so there shouldn't be too many of them, right?"

"I hope so. And I don't think there's going to be anyone above the Supreme Court Justice, anyway."

Dave snorted. "What a relief, that really narrows it down."

"Admit it, a POTUS drop-in would be cool."

"Damn, don't even say it."

Travis chuckled as he saw Dave put his blade down.

"Okay, give me that. We wouldn't want you to accidentally cut yourself from the nerves."

"I'm not—"

"It's okay, we all know you're a fan." Travis grinned, tilting Dave's head back before he put the blade to his skin. "Shut up now."

Frowning at the ceiling, Dave came up with quite a few rebuttals, but by the time Travis was done, they were all forgotten, because, as it turned out, being shaved was more arousing than Dave had ever imagined.

"Not getting it up again right now, huh?" Travis grinned at him after noticing Dave's thickening cock. "Called it."

Dave groaned. "Shut up. It's all your fault, anyway."

"I'll happily take the blame. Hell, I'll be even happier to shut up." Travis dropped to his knees, grinning up at him as Dave cursed. "With a proper incentive, that is."

Leaning against the counter, Dave gasped when Travis took him into his mouth.

"Yeah, that's good." Dave tossed his head back. "You get me off in less than three minutes, and you can fuck me in a bathroom stall at the venue. How's that for an incentive?"

Travis moaned, sending spikes of pleasure all over Dave's body.

Damn , what a life.

Dave was one lucky guy.

THE END