The Final Line (43 page)

As one of their shows ended, Sean snatched the remote and shut the television down completely. Corey watched in confusion as Sean turned in his arms until he lay with his chest pressed to Corey’s belly.

“Godammit, Corey, you’re too quiet and you’re scaring me.” Sean’s fear and worry were starkly written on his features. His hazel eyes searched Corey’s face, his lush mouth turned down at the corners. Corey watched the muscles in his jaw clench and could feel his rapid breathing.

“There’s nothing for you to be afraid of,” Corey said emphatically. Christ, he had no idea he could evoke such a strong response in Sean. It was satisfying at the same time he ached to reassure Sean that everything—
absolutely everything
—was perfect. “You have nothing to be worried about. Really.”

“Please don’t avoid this, Corey, please,” Sean’s voice was raw and pleading. “That was some serious shit today. You have to feel something, but you’re acting like it was just another day.”

Corey abruptly remembered Sean didn’t have his same experience with death. Corey may not need to talk about what had happened, but maybe Sean did. He grasped Sean’s face gently between both palms, running the pads of his thumbs over Sean’s sharp cheekbones. “Sshh, sshh. Sean, remember what I do for a living and where I’ve been. That’s one of the more peaceful deaths I’ve witnessed. That wasn’t the first time I’ve performed CPR. It wasn’t the first time it didn’t work, either. Except for
who
died, it was sort of just another day for me.” As the words left his mouth, Corey wondered if he didn’t sound too cold and callous; too jaded and dismissive of human life.

“You really don’t have any problem with the guy who’s made your life miserable for nearly a year dying under your hands?” Sean asked, brows knitting together.

Corey snorted. “I think he’s a pathetic coward and I don’t think the overdose was an accident,” he replied. “I’m angry about how he checked out for good. I’m pissed at him for all the harm he caused innocent women and children. But he brought all of his problems on himself, despite what his lawyers were saying.” Corey ran his palms down the length of Sean’s muscular back. “Most of what I feel is pity and sadness for his father and brother. They lost someone they loved, after having to watch him spiral out of control. I wish I could have saved Nygaard just to save his family the additional agony.”

Sean leaned up and kissed Corey softly. “That’s very compassionate of you. I admire that,” he said against Corey’s lips.

“See? Not just a mindless killing machine.” Corey grinned, meaning it as a joke.

“I never thought that about you,” Sean said, almost angrily. “I’ve always known there was a big heart beneath the sexy tattoo.”

“What about you?” Corey asked. “First death you’ve ever seen?”

Sean’s exhale was shaky. “Yeah. I knew Hollywood wasn’t realistic, but nothing can prepare you, can it?”

Corey shook his head in answer.

“I was so fucking angry at Nygaard for what he’d put you through, but I wanted you and the captain to save him today,” Sean said, his gaze distant as if remembering. “Because I was afraid you’d have a stress reaction if he died, and because I didn’t want you to feel responsible.”

“No worries, I feel fine.” Corey placed a reassuring kiss on Sean’s full lips.

“But I didn’t give his family a single thought, like you did.” Sean lay his head down on Corey’s chest. “I only thought about how his death would affect you. I never considered how his family would grieve.”

“I’m honored that someone like you cares about my well-being,” Corey whispered into Sean’s fragrant hair. “Have I told you that?”

“No. Of course I care,” Sean replied. “I just feel badly that I didn’t give Nygaard’s family much thought. I was almost angry at them today when they came up to talk to you. I mean, he’d caused us so many sleepless nights and other problems. I nearly thought ‘good riddance’ before I stopped myself.”

“I realize that it’s over now.” Corey held Sean close and running his hands up and down his back. “I can afford—
we
can afford—to be gracious.”

Sean lifted his head and this time, his kiss was searing. Corey held him close and opened to him, letting Sean set the pace and the intensity. Sean shifted against Corey, coming to his knees. Sean’s hardening dick pressed against Corey’s and he circled his hips, getting a little teasing friction. Sean’s hands glided over Corey’s exposed skin. One twisted in the chain of his dog tags as if to hold him steady.

Corey surprised himself with the needy sound he made in protest when Sean abruptly broke their kiss. He tried to follow but Sean shifted out of reach. Corey didn’t resist when Sean grabbed his hips and dragged him down to lay flat on the sofa. He wrapped his arms and legs around Sean and settled back to enjoy the hot, wet kisses being pressed to his throat and chest.

Gripping Corey’s tags, Sean took one of Corey’s nipples into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Corey arched up into Sean, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He buried one hand in Sean’s soft hair and gripped his bicep with the other. Corey moaned as Sean sucked at his nipple, dragging his teeth along it before flicking it again with his tongue.

Sliding across to Corey’s second nipple, Sean teased it the same way. His teeth were exquisite as they sent stinging pain tingling through his system. Corey gripped Sean’s hair and pulled him closer, encouraging him to keep up the attention.

When Sean pulled off his nipple, Corey growled in protest. He glanced down to watch as Sean traced the tip of his tongue over the colored ink on Corey’s chest. Releasing Sean’s bicep, Corey propped up his own head so he could continue to watch Sean’s pink tongue drag along his skin.

Corey sighed harshly as gooseflesh rose and a shiver of pleasure ran the length of his body.

“You like that?” Sean asked breathlessly, swiping the flat of his tongue the length of Corey’s tat.

“I like when you do it.” Corey’s reply was rough.

Sean licked a wet path down the center of Corey’s stomach. Corey tightened his abs in response. He shivered again when Sean flicked his tongue into his navel. Corey hissed when Sean sank his teeth lightly into one of the ridged muscles of Corey’s stomach. He soothed it with his tongue before moving on to another. Corey moaned, pushing upward slightly into the pleasant sensation.

When Sean’s hands fumbled at the fly of Corey’s jeans, he reached his free hand down to try to help. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of Sean’s hair, the feel of the strands between his fingers was turning him on.

Sean finally opened Corey’s jeans. He tugged them roughly over Corey’s hips and down his legs, tossing them aside. Corey let his thighs fall open so Sean could rest between them. He left himself open and accessible for whatever Sean wanted to do.

To Corey’s immense pleasure, Sean apparently wanted to suck his cock. Corey was already fully hard and leaking when Sean swallowed him down.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Corey moaned when the wet heat of Sean’s luscious mouth surrounded him.

Corey flexed his hips, trying to push deeper into Sean’s throat. He used his hand in Sean’s hair to push him down at the same time. One of Sean’s hands cradled Corey’s sac, the other rubbed up and down the inside of one of Corey’s thighs. He took Corey’s cock easily, breathing harshly through his nose, humming as he sucked hard.

Keeping his head propped up so he could watch, Corey stared in fascination as Sean’s full lips slid up and down his shaft. Corey’s cock glistened wetly each time Sean pulled off, the heat intense as it re-enveloped him. He muttered dirty things to Sean as he fucked up into his mouth. It felt so fucking good, he was damn near ready to come.

Sean looked up suddenly. His hazel eyes snagged Corey’s and held. There was lust there, like always, but this time, something more as well. Corey eased his grip on Sean’s hair and stilled his hips. He realized Sean wanted him to enjoy this. Sean seemed invested in Corey’s pleasure at his hands and mouth. It was like it
mattered
to him.

Pain burst in Corey’s chest, but it was a different pain than he’d ever felt before. It was a sharp ache and it was tied directly to Sean. Corey stared back into Sean’s eyes, letting him see everything he’d been hiding. It was time to stop running.

This wasn’t about fucking Sean’s mouth, this was about enjoying the pleasure Sean wanted to give him. “That feels so good. You make me feel so good,” he murmured.

Sean’s fingers on his sac caressed more firmly, giving a light tug. Corey groaned and bit his lower lip. He grinned playfully at Sean. The hand on Corey’s leg moved as Sean slid it upward. His palm skimmed Corey’s belly and up over his chest. As Sean sucked on Corey’s dick, his fingers traced over Corey’s lips.

Corey licked at Sean’s fingers, tonguing them, drawing them into his mouth and sucking on them in the same way Sean was sucking his cock. Sean moaned, the vibrations rocketing their way to the base of Corey’s spine.

With his free hand, Corey gripped Sean’s and held it against his chest. He twined their fingers and held tight as Sean’s mouth moved faster. Corey’s chest heaved as his breathing sped up, his orgasm building deep inside.

“I love watching you sucking me,” he whispered to Sean, still holding his gaze unwaveringly. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love the feel of you against me.”

Sean’s eyes warmed, his fingers tightened against Corey’s. He moved faster on Corey’s cock, taking him deeper down his throat.

“You’re gonna make me come,” Corey gasped. “I’m gonna come for you. Is that what you want? You want me to come for you?”

Sean pulled off with a gasp. “Yeah, but not like this.” He wiped his swollen mouth with the back of one hand. He collapsed down on top of Corey, the skin of his chest scalding. Corey’s mouth was captured in a wet, off-center kiss. It was hot and dirty and Corey loved it. He released Sean’s hair and ran his palm down Sean’s back. He kept their fingers twined against his chest.

When Sean circled his hips against Corey, the denim of his jeans was coarse and stimulating. Corey pushed back against him, his sensitive cock grazing across the seam of Sean’s fly. He rubbed his tongue against Sean’s as it delved into his mouth, seeking and teasing and demanding. His senses were overloaded but it still wasn’t what he wanted or needed.

“Why are you still dressed?” Corey said between quick, sipping kisses. “You need to be naked. I can’t touch you if you’re not naked, you need to be naked.”

“You are touching me,” Sean replied, nipping at Corey’s lip.

“No. Here.” Corey reached between them and cupped Sean’s hard cock through his jeans.

“Fuck. I need supplies,” Sean gasped. He stumbled off of the sofa, nearly toppling, as he fumbled with the fly of his jeans. He disappeared into the bedroom.

Corey craned his neck, confused. He chuckled when Sean emerged from the bedroom, struggling to walk and shove his jeans over his hips with one hand while holding items in his other.

Finally, he succeeded in kicking away his jeans and kneeling once again between Corey’s spread thighs. His laugh was embarrassed. “I want you so bad my hands are shaking.”

Corey took the bottle of lubricant from Sean’s trembling hand. “Are you gonna fuck me tonight?”

Sean paused in opening the condom, his face registering worry. “Is that okay?”

Corey let him stew for several seconds while he just admired. Sean was absolutely stunning. His tan skin was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. His firm muscles were well defined, his hard cock standing proudly upright. “Fuck yeah, it’s okay,” he finally replied with a grin.

Sean smiled in relief. “Asshole,” he muttered, going back to struggling with the condom wrapper.

Corey opened the slick and coated two fingers. “Yeah, I have one and I want your cock in it.”

Sean made a choking sound. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna come in my own hand.”

Lifting his knees, Corey pushed one lubed finger into his own hole. He spread the slick around thickly.

“Impatient fucker,” Sean groused as he rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. “I wanted to do that.”

“Next time,” Corey replied. “I just want you in me now. No fucking around with the fucking lube.” He pushed two slick fingers inside himself and moaned. Smearing more lube around the rim of his hole, Corey tossed the bottle aside. “Come here,” he said on a sigh, holding his arms open for Sean.

Settling his thighs against Corey’s ass, Sean wrapped Corey’s legs around his hips. He braced one hand on the cushion beside Corey’s head. Corey watched as Sean positioned his latex sheathed cock against Corey’s opening and began to push.

Corey wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest and dug his fingers into the thick muscles in his back. He tugged at him, encouraging him to move faster, to get deeper. Breathing heavily, Sean obliged him. With slow, steady thrusts of his hips, he moved against Corey, pushing into him.

Corey grunted when the head of Sean’s cock slipped past his rim. Sean gasped. With his legs and his hands, Corey urged Sean deeper. With each thrust of his hips, Sean slid in deeper. Corey felt fuller. The stretch of his hole sent frissons up his spine. His body took Sean easily, molding around him, clutching him, as if they were made to fit together.

Sean braced one hand above Corey’s shoulder and the other on the arm of the sofa. Corey looked up into his face, watching his open and emotional expression. Sean’s eyes glowed. His full lips were wet and parted as he breathed rapidly through them. Corey stayed wrapped around Sean, holding him steady and clinging to him at the same time.

He met Sean’s steady pace. Corey lifted his hips into each slow, steady stroke of Sean’s cock. It felt good. Sean felt good in and against him. The pressure on Corey’s gland was perfect; just enough to make him feel good, warm him up, get him ready.

“Is this good?” Sean asked between gasping breaths. “Does it feel good? Do I make you feel good?”

“Yeah, you know you do,” Corey told him truthfully. “You’re perfect.”

Sean chewed on his own lower lip as he focused intently on Corey’s face. “You’re clean, right?” he asked suddenly. “I mean, the Marines make sure you’re healthy, right?”