CHASING SMOKE
by K.A. Mitchell
Genre: Gay-Lesbian Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60504-578-8
Publication Date: June 9, 2009
Available at: Samhain Publishing
An old mystery brought them together. Solving it could tear them apart.
Trey didn't know. After all these years of wild supposition, clinging to the idea he and Danny had hatched long ago about a conspiracy worthy of a John Grisham novel, the cop in him said it was drugs. So his dad hadn't killed his mom. He hadn't pulled the trigger, but he might as well have, involving himself in that shit.
"I don't," Danny said with all the conviction Trey couldn't find. "Your father didn't get those records sealed. It's something big, just like we thought. And I'm betting it has something to do with the war." Jumping to his feet, Danny pulled the Polaroid off the wall and flipped it over, still inside its plastic. "There. You think that's Howie?" He pointed at a faded squiggle of ink. It could be Howie. Or Harry. Or Hank, for that matter. Only the H was still clear.
Danny counted off the names across the bottom with a finger and flipped the picture again. "Him?"
An indistinct blob of a face under curly hair growing out of the military buzz cut. All Trey could tell was the guy was white and wore a goatee.
"We should take this when we go to see Maureen Flynn tomorrow. We could see if she recognizes him."
"Tomorrow?"
"Altoona's only three hours away."
"Four. Exactly how fast do you drive, Agent Gardner?"
Danny cocked his head in a half-smile. "All right, three and a half. But we could still do it in a day."
Trey felt the pull deep in his gut, like Danny's excitement was some kind of gravitational well. He stuck his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, as if that would help ground him. "Stop. Just stop."
"What?"
"Danny, this isn't a game."
"I never said it was. I thought you wanted answers."
He did. But he didn't want ones that ended with his dad dealing heroin. And right now that looked like the best answer. "I do. What the fuck do you think I did all this for?" He jerked his head at the corkboarded walls.
He could see the excitement leave Danny's face, like someone had unplugged the lights. His shoulders drooped.
"I get it," Danny said.
"What do you get?" Trey couldn't look at him anymore, couldn't stand the dose of guilt Danny'd always been so good at dishing out.
Stepping over to the desk, Trey clicked out of the sites Danny still had open.
"You just don't want me helping you."
"Maybe I'm trying to figure out why this is suddenly so interesting to you. You haven't spoken to me in fifteen years. So why now?"
"You know why."
There was none of the playfulness in Danny's voice now. Just a familiar need. Familiar from the wakefulness on those dark nights when he'd sneaked into Danny's room. Familiar because it was the same earnest voice that had welcomed him under the blankets. Familiar in the way Danny was waiting for him to make the first move before he'd kiss Trey back like it was his only hold on life. But they weren't seventeen anymore.
Trey looked up. And that was a huge mistake. Because Danny was close, so close Trey would know how hard the muscles were under the soft black sweater if he took one more step.
"Ah, fuck it." Trey reached out and grabbed Danny's head, pulling him into a kiss.
Hard, like it had been then, when neither of them had known what they were doing, a quick thrust of tongues, Danny's teeth dragging over Trey's bottom lip, pulling his mouth open.
And then it was nothing like back then, because they did know what they were doing now. Knew the right pressure, the way to ask and get what they needed.
Danny gripped Trey's shoulders and shoved him back into the wall, long lean frame pressing against him, grinding hard.
They shouldn't. Trey shouldn't. But Danny had always pulled Trey in like iron to true north. That pull wouldn't let up until the fucking world stopped spinning. Saying no to Danny was about as easy as saying no to oxygen. Mouth opening wider, Danny ground his hips in harder, the rough urgency as familiar as the strength of the body pinning him was new.
Trey tilted his hips, the growl in his throat trapped by the force of Danny's tongue licking deep into his mouth. Damn, Trey needed skin. One hand on Danny's spine to keep him close, Trey slid his other hand between them, working first on his fly and then on Danny's. His hips eased back enough to let Trey shove their jeans down, then Danny's hot dick slapped right into Trey's hand.
Trey grinned at Danny's gasp. "You always walk around so ready, Danny?"
Danny tipped his head to look at Trey's face. "Busy chasing bad guys. No time for underwear." He lifted the elastic waistband over Trey's heavy cock and then circled Trey's wrist with his fingers.
Danny used his grip to move Trey's captured hand, a few quick strokes on Danny's dick, and then he pulled Trey's hand up, pinned it to the wall over their heads so their cocks rubbed together. Skin. Hot silky skin, and God, just a bit of slick.
And that's why he'd always known. Even as a teenager. Cock to cock with Danny, no way to pretend it was anything but another guy. No matter what else he tried, he couldn't forget how good it felt like this.
Now he knew a whole lot more than just a quick grind in the dark. And he wanted everything he couldn't let them have back then.
Wanted it now.
Danny arched, making their cocks drag together. His sweater clung to the soft cotton of Trey's faded Henley shirt, dragging it up until their bellies touched. Trey jerked his hand free of Danny's grip and yanked the sweater up over Danny's head, running a hand down his pecs, thumb rubbing hard across a flat brown nipple until Danny groaned and jerked his hips, sweet friction on their dicks.
Danny shoved Trey's shirt up, pulling hard enough to rip the thin cotton when the buttons stuck on Trey's head. A button pinged off the metal desk and then their chests came together, the dusting of hair on Danny's scraping against Trey's nipples, muscles and skin hot in the chill of the basement.
Trey moved his hands down the tight muscles in Danny's back until he cupped the even tighter muscles of his ass, lifting him, sealing their bodies together. Danny's weight drove him back against the wall and everything was hot and rough and still damned close to perfect. Hard wet kisses as their dicks dragged against each other with enough friction to push Trey close to an embarrassingly quick orgasm.
He shifted his grip on Danny's ass until he could slide a finger along the crease. Danny groaned and pressed impossibly closer, like he could somehow fit them inside each other with force alone. Trey rubbed his dry finger around Danny's hole, pushing just enough to dip the tip inside.
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