Page 24 of The Team (The Milvus Files #3)

He nodded, his hands trembling. He put the birthday candles back and bolted.

Rhett growled, then met Jay’s gaze. “Still think it’s funny?”

“Well, it would be funny if it wasn’t so bad. That guy had no clue. He was about to piss himself.”

“Decoy.”

Jay nodded. “Yep.” He tossed the lube up into a spin and caught it. “We are gonna need more of this because, my god, I love it when you get all badass. So fucking hot.”

Rhett snatched the lube from him. “I’ll be at the checkout.”

Jay went back for more lube and met Rhett in the self-checkout. He threw in a few bars of chocolates for good measure. Rhett fed cash into the machine, they left the car where it was, and disappeared into the crowded subway and on the Tube.

They checked into a hotel suite, and a few moments later, before they’d even put their groceries on the counter, Yunho called Rhett.

“Not going home was smart,” Yunho said .

“You’re on speaker,” Rhett said, sliding the phone onto the counter. “Jay’s with me.”

“Hello, my darling medic, how are you?” Yunho asked.

Jay grinned at the phone. “I’m about to be a whole lot better in about half an hour, if you know what I mean. It’s been a long week, and we’ve had zero privacy.”

Yunho laughed. “Oh, you are so delightful.”

“Who ordered the amateur-hour comedian?” Rhett asked.

“Well, you’re not going to like this,” Yunho said. “It appears your handler, James Frankston, has been a very busy boy.”

Rhett’s eyes met Jay’s. “Frankston.”

Frankston, the man with one eye in the sky and one hand on his iPad. The same guy who had stepped Rhett and Milvus through all kinds of mission intel in real time. Given them directions, exits, names, numbers, descriptions.

Jay inhaled sharply. “That motherfucker.”

“Yes, indeed,” Yunho said. “He was half-clever but not clever enough. We’re onto him now, stripping his data.”

“Are we assigned?”

“Not yet. I’ll let you know if your services are required.

” Yunho paused. “He should be taken in alive, all evidence secured so he can face trial. If he’s eliminated, it runs the risk of Milvus imploding completely and exposing you all.

For cases such as these, there must be due process.

From your side, anyhow.” Then he sighed.

“If it comes down to you being compromised, we’ll do what we must.”

Which meant kill him. “Of course.”

“Director King has been notified. ”

Rhett nodded. “What do we do now?”

“Sit tight. Get some sleep. You just bought two bottles of lube, did you not?”

Jay cocked his head. “You were watching?”

“And listening.”

“Listening?” Jay snorted. “Do me a favour. We’re gonna be busy for a few hours. Record it for me.”

Yunho laughed, but before he could agree, Rhett grumbled. “Yeah, I don’t think we need to do that.” Then Rhett gave Jay a playful swat. “We really appreciate your work on this for us. You saved our skins.”

“It’s my pleasure, darling,” Yunho said.

“I will be in touch with news on Frankston. If we give him enough rope, he’ll hang himself soon enough, and we’ll be ready.

” He sighed. “And for your own peace of mind, the canisters taken from Tehran have been logged by an MI6 secure facility and are being analysed as we speak. I’ll have the results as soon as they enter them. ”

“Thanks. That’s good to know.”

But then Yunho paused.

“Anything else?” Rhett asked.

Another pause before Yunho sighed. “Something developing. We’re not sure what to make of it. It could be nothing, and you both need some rest. I’ll let you know if it becomes relevant.”

Rhett shrugged, clearly exhausted. “Roger that.”

“Talk soon.”

The call ended and Rhett let his head fall back with a groan.

He was more than exhausted, physically and mentally.

He had dark circles under his eyes, three-day growth, his short hair a mess from his helmet and from running his hand through it a hundred times in the last few days.

“Fucking Frankston. Never liked that fucking weasel.”

Jay agreed wholeheartedly, but there was nothing they could do this minute. They needed proper rest and food, and Yunho would let them know if and when they had to move.

Jay sighed and stood in front of him. He took his hand. “You look tired, baby.”

“Is that your way of telling me I look like shit?”

Jay smirked and pressed his hips against Rhett’s and ran his hand down Rhett’s chest. “You’ve never been sexier to me,” Jay said.

He cupped Rhett’s jaw and thumbed his cheek.

“You need a hot shower, some food, and a mind-blowing orgasm. Then,” he added, “I’ll allow some napping, if you’re lucky, before more of those delicious orgasms and maybe some more food at some point. ”

Rhett’s smile was lazy and the sexiest fucking thing Jay had ever seen, and he slow-blinked. “Mind-blowing and delicious, huh?”

Jay slid his hand around Rhett’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He sucked his bottom lip in between his, then slid his tongue into Rhett’s mouth, giving him a taste of what he had in mind.

As much as Jay had anticipated a hard-and-fast fucking, the way they usually fucked, he soon understood that was going to be different. Rhett needed comfort; he needed something slow and deep to feel connected.

He needed to feel how much Jay loved him.

Jay led Rhett into the bathroom, took his time undressing him. He ran the water as hot as he could stand it and worked the soap into a rich lather, all over his body. He scrubbed him clean—hair, chest, back. Jay even went to his knees and scrubbed Rhett’s feet, his legs.

He soaped up his balls, and washed his heavy cock, stroking it to full hardness as the hot water washed the suds away.

Rhett swayed, sleepily. Languid and wanting.

So then Jay took him to bed. He pushed him onto the mattress and crawled on top of him. “Let me take care of you,” Jay murmured. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

Rhett let his arms fall back to the bed, and he gazed up at Jay with fire in his eyes. “Right now, you could do anything you wanted to me.”

“Anything?”

Rhett nodded.

Jay hummed, warmth blooming in his core. “I’m gonna ride you,” he whispered, kissing his neck, licking up to his ear, and sucking his earlobe between his lips. “Gonna milk that load out of you, and take it so deep. You want that, baby?”

Rhett moaned, his hands finding Jay’s hips. “Fuck yes.”

Jay found the lube, and slicking his fingers, he reached behind and lubed his hole.

He never needed much preparation. In fact, he loved the reward of the burn and stretch from a hard-and-fast passionate fuck.

Especially when Rhett couldn’t wait a second longer, when he needed him desperately, lube be damned.

But this was different. This was slow and careful, and they had the lube, so he ran it over his hole, slipping his fingertips in, just far enough. Rising up on his knees, fucking his fingers as Rhett watched on, enamoured. Transfixed .

Rhett took Jay’s cock in his hand, giving him a few slow strokes. “You’re so fucking hot right now.”

Jay felt those words like a caress, and it urged him on. He took more lube and slicked Rhett’s erection, giving him a hard pump, making him hiss.

Then Jay positioned him at his hole and sank down. Slow, oh so slow, and Jay gasped as the head of Rhett’s cock pushed in. He rose up a little only to sink back down, further this time, taking all of him, only remembering to breathe when he was fully seated.

Rhett looked up at him in wonder. Eyes wide, full of lust and love, pupils blown, lips parted. “Jay,” he whispered, sounding like a fucking prayer or an ode to the heavens.

It sent a jolt through Jay and he arched. Rhett’s hands stilled his hips, his cock twitching inside him.

Fuck yes.

Jay revelled in the power he held over him. The way he looked at him. Begging, pleading, without saying a word.

Jay rolled his hips slowly, moving up and down at a torturous pace, feeling every inch, every moment. Rhett took Jay’s cock, pumping him, making him feel so damn good. He was so hard, so turned on.

“Need you to come first,” Rhett said, voice tight. He pumped and squeezed, just as he knew Jay loved. “Please, Jay. Need you to come when I’m inside you.”

“Oh god, yes.” Jay took over from Rhett, sliding his slicked hand over his shaft and twisting over the head. “I’m close already. Your cock inside me is all I need.”

Then Rhett reached up, ran his hands over Jay’s chest, and tweaked his nipple at the same time he thrust up into him, and it set fireworks off behind Jay’s eyelids.

He stroked his cock, shooting come onto Rhett’s chest, his head thrown back as Rhett held his hips, rocking his cock up into him deeper, making Jay cry out as he came.

He collapsed forward, his forehead on Rhett’s collarbone, trying to catch his breath.

Rhett slowly rolled his hips. “You squeeze my cock so good, baby. I need to come.”

Jay lifted his head far enough so he could kiss him and ground down hard, changing the angle of Rhett’s cock inside him, and they both groaned as their tongues met.

Rhett’s hands went to Jay’s face, cradling his jaw, fingers digging into his hair, desperate with need.

Jay fucking loved that too.

He kept a slow pace, denying the need to thrust, the need to ride him like a fucking horse. Rhett’s hold on him was tight, clawing, getting so fucking desperate, and Jay smiled into their kiss.

“You wanna come, baby?”

“So bad.”

“Can feel how swollen your cock is,” Jay murmured with a groan. “You fill me up so good.”

Rhett cried out, gripping Jay’s hips hard and thrusting up into him, swelling impossibly before pulsing, throbbing as he came.

Jay could feel it. Every surge.

“Oh, fuck yes, give it all to me,” he cried.

And Rhett did.

They collapsed in a sweaty, sticky mess, too exhausted, too sated to care. Jay was only going to close his eyes for a second...

But he woke up to daylight cracking in through the blinds and to hunger pangs .

Oh. Food.

They’d kind of forgotten about that.

After a quick detour to the bathroom, leaving a gorgeous Rhett sound asleep, Jay decided to make a banquet for his king.

Thankful for the suite with a small kitchen, he made toast, eggs, sausages, and a metric fuckton of coffee. Jay knew the smell would rouse Rhett soon enough, and he wasn’t disappointed.

A sleep-rumpled, boxer-wearing Rhett came out to the kitchen, one eye still squinting and his hand scratching his head. “Food. I smell food.”

Jay laughed and held a slice of toast to Rhett’s mouth. “Eat up, baby. Carbohydrates are very important for sustained energy and endurance.”

Rhett chuckled as he chewed and swallowed. “Is there any such thing as death by too many orgasms? Because I’m pretty sure I know what you have planned for me today.”

“I dunno,” Jay replied happily, this time offering him a bite of sausage. “But you might wanna give the Guinness Book people a heads up, because we’re gonna break some records today.”

Rhett laughed as his phone rang, and Yunho’s number came up.

Jay groaned as Rhett snatched the phone up and hit Answer. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Sometimes,” Yunho replied. “Remember last night when I said something could be developing?”

Rhett stood up taller. “Yeah.”

“Well, something’s developing. Get your team together and get to Northolt Airport. I’ve arranged transport and I’ve notified Director King. He’ll be joining you.”

“Sounds big,” Rhett replied, dread pooling in his belly.

“Yixing is missing, and facial recognition just pinged Frankston entering Shanghai under a false passport.”

Holy fuck.

“And I believe there are direct ties to the disappearance of Yin’s contact. I have footage of a man seen putting a woman into an ambulance at a military hospital, who we think could be Jun-mei. And that same man just picked Frankston up from the airport.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

At a military hospital?

“Does Yin know?”

“No. He’s still trying to reach her.”

Oh, man.

“Call your team, Captain Ouston,” Yunho said. “She was taken four days ago. The one thing she doesn’t have is time. You’re leaving for Shanghai in an hour.”