Page 60 of Sean's Sunshine

But Sean didn’t let it go. Instead he paused and touched Billy’s hand as Billy got ready to take Randy’s place behind the wheel. “I would have done it without the bribe,” he said.

“I would have made her casserole if you hadn’t done it,” Billy told him, kissing him briefly on the cheek. “But this way we’re both a lot happier.”

“Yeah.”

THE NONMURDERboard looked cool and official, Billy thought critically, as he carefully overwrote Randy’s eccentric handwriting. Randy had gone home after dinner. He’d been a huge help with the presentation, remembering details and suggesting ways to organize information. It was easy to forget that the kid was super smart, but he really was. Sean had treated his suggestions respectfully, explaining why he didn’t take some of them and building on the ones he did take.

By the time Randy left, the board outlined everything they had on the thief—or the perp, as Sean called him—as well as where he’d struck, which houses had dogs, and what had been stolen. When Billy got back from driving Randy to the flophouse, he found Sean sitting at the table, staring at the board and obviously deep in thought.

Billy didn’t want to think about the mystery anymore. Instead he stood behind Sean and looped his arms around Sean’s neck, bending over to nuzzle his ear.

“Please tell me,” he murmured, “that you’re not super tired already.”

Sean turned his head into Billy’s embrace, and their lips caught in one of those tantalizing over-the-shoulder kisses.

“Not that tired,” he rasped.

Billy moved to the front of the kitchen chair and offered his hand for help up. Sean took it, not because he needed the help, Billy thought, but because he appreciated the offer.

And because it brought them up close and personal and made it easier to kiss.

Oh, he tasted good. Their lips started out soft and tender as Billy let himself be walked backward down the hallway, but as they neared the bedroom, Sean’s hands found Billy’s bare skin under his T-shirt and fleece, and Billy was suddenly quivering, wanting this more than he could ever imagine wanting before.

Sure he’d been turned on—had made a career of it in fact—but that need, that craving in the pit of his stomach for justthistouch, justthislover, surely that was new. It felt new. Like sex was a thing he’d never heard of and he couldn’t wait to know what happened next.

Sean paused in the doorway, kissing along his jaw, moving his lips down Billy’s neck, licking along the line of his collarbone, and Billy gasped.

No! No, he had to be in control. He couldn’t let Sean take over. Sex washisthing.

With an effort he pulled away and captured Sean’s mouth again, his hands moving surely under Sean’s sweatshirt. He pulled it over Sean’s head, careful of the bandage that they still protected from the shower, and turned so Sean was the one being backed to the bed.

“Okay,” Sean murmured, reaching behind him to pull down the covers. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” Billy needed to touch him, needed it so badly he almost couldn’t breathe. He ran his hands up and down Sean’s back, then down under the waistband of his pajamas, thrusting under the pants and the boxers and kneading his backside.

Sean moaned and ground up against him, his own hands worming under Billy’s clothes again to palm his chest.

“Okay, you can be in charge this time,” Sean told him. “Okay.”

Billy paused, suddenly pulled out of their moment. “I… I didn’t mean—”

Sean captured his mouth again, and Billy was lost, lost and needing and almost out of control once again.

Well, hedidknow what he was doing, after all.

He sank into the kiss, shoving Sean’s clothes down his legs and then crouching to strip them off. Sean’s cock smacked against his thigh, thick, turgid, and ready.

So pretty. Straight, flushed pink with a purple head, Billy took it into his mouth and down his throat with one thrust, the fullness against his palate comforting. All of him—Billy could take all of him.

He pulled back and swallowed him again, reveling in Sean’s fingers tightening in his hair as Sean gasped.

“Gotta sit down,” Sean murmured. “Let me—”

Billy pulled off and gave him a playful glare. “Lay down and spread your legs,” he ordered gruffly. “Bend your knees a little. I’m gonna make this good.”

Sean did as he was told, and by the time Billy had stripped off his shirts and his jeans and briefs, Sean was spread out on the bed like an offering—and Billy wanted to take him so damned bad.

He started out a little slow, kissing from Sean’s ankles up his calves and spending a moment on the inside of his knees. Sean laughed a little and gasped a little, protesting at the same time he spread his legs wider.