Author’s Note: I will admit that I have a major crush on a certain sexy DILF, the one and only Eddie Quick. I blame @choiceswreckedme for bringing his sexiness to my attention because now I cannot get enough.
This is a continuation of our mystery pairing from ‘Tension,’ which popped into my head at the end of chapter 10. The crew has just come back from the bar after getting into a scuffle.
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“Honestly Fabien, how was I supposed to know that those guys were Ansel’s men?” Edison walked briskly down the hall behind the shorter broad-shouldered man, trying his best to keep up.
Fabien stopped mid-step, turning swiftly to glare at the older gentleman. “I don’t know, Niles. Perhaps the fact that you are a professional and you actually worked with the Rooks … I guess I would have assumed you knew what you were doing!” His voice dripped with sarcasm, the anger burning behind his dark eyes.
Edison’s face fell, unable to hide the pain he felt at that last blow. He tried to speak calmly, to reason with his partner. “You know these guys are professionals too. They were out there setting a trap, which we unfortunately fell into.”
“You mean you fell into, dragging us all in with you.” Fabien set off marching towards his room, grumbling under his breath in frustration. “It’s just your lucky day that I was with you to get you outta there quickly.” He opened the door to his private room, stomping inside and trying to slam the door behind him.
“Oh no you don’t!” Edison caught the door with his hand, pushing his way in to confront Fabien face to face. “I knew you were going to throw that in my face. You are so arrogant sometimes!”
“It’s not arrogance if it’s true.” Fabien stood smugly in the dim room, his arms crossed across his chest as he stared down his visitor. “It’s an awful shame to not be able to live up to your reputation. Tell me, how did you earn that nickname, Eddie?”
That was it. That was the last straw. “I already told you …” Edison snarled, his voice low and primal, like an animal about to pounce. “I’m good with my hands!” As his last outburst escaped his lips, Edison plunged forward and gripped Fabien by the collar of his leather jacket, throwing him into the wall.
The two men stared each other down, their chests puffed out and heaving as the adrenaline pumped through their bodies. As furious as Edison was, he could already feel himself reacting to the warmth of Fabien’s body pressed against his, the fire dancing in his eyes igniting something within him as well. And in that last second with their eyes locked, both of them unable to look away, he knew Fabien felt it too.
Their mouths crashed together in sync, a tangle of lips and tongues and hot breath as they devoured each other. Edison felt a surge of power as he leaned into Fabien, his position allowing him to pin the other man firmly against the wall. And if the hard bulge pressing into his thigh was indication, this was quickly turning into the perfect opportunity to prove his dexterous skills.
Slipping a hand down his abdomen, running his fingers across the grooves of Fabien’s abs beneath the thin black t-shirt, Edison paused when he reached the fly of his pants. He pulled back slightly, tugging Fabien’s lower lip between his teeth before he peered deeply into his eyes. “Do you need me to prove my skillset to you? Hmm?” His voice was a husky whisper as he trailed one finger across the bare skin of his waistband, his light touch causing the other man to squirm in anticipation.
Always a stubborn one, Fabien stared back defiantly, jutting his chin out as he struggled to keep his body from shaking. “You can try.” His voice came out confident and sure, but he should have known better by that smug smirk spread across Edison’s soft lips.
Without warning Fabien felt himself bared below the waist, his pants and boxers already around his knees as Edison’s wide palm gripped his cock snugly. Snugly was the only way Fabien could think to describe it, not too hard and not too soft, with just the right amount of speed as he- Aw hell that felt too damn good. His hips bucked into Edison’s hand as his mind fogged over with lust, his physical instincts taking over as the other man pleasured him. He felt the low grunts vibrating in the back of his throat as the pressure built in his lower abdomen.
Edison couldn’t fight the proud grin tugging his lips as he worked his magical handiwork and watched this beautiful mysterious man lose himself at his touch. Fabien’s head had fallen back against the wall and his eyelids flickered, his hands gripping the lapels of Edison’s jacket in his fists as his hips rocked back and forth, picking up momentum as he neared his climax. The sight and sounds were almost enough to make Edison stop and join in on the fun himself, his own cock straining against the tight fabric of his dark-rinsed jeans … but not tonight. Tonight he had a point to make.
“And now for the grand finale …” he murmured softly under his breath. Then with a flick of the wrist, a quick swirl and a tug-
“Aw, fuck me! Niles!!!” Fabien exclaimed as he exploded, his body shaking uncontrollably and his vision blurring white with the most intense orgasm he could recall since, well, ever.
Edison kept a smug face as he cleaned his companion up, allowing the limp man to catch his breath with his head against his shoulder. Only when Fabien finally raised his head, his eyes still dazed and glossed over, did he finally speak. “So, it appears my technique was satisfactory?”
Fabien chuckled softly, slowing straightening to stand upright as pulled up his pants. “Alright, alright Eddie … I’m usually a ‘melt in your mouth not in your hands’ kind of guy, but …” he sidled up closer, cupping his hands around the back of Edison’s head to press his forehead against his. “You have convinced me.”
“Good.” Edison stated curtly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to Fabien’s smiling lips before separating. He took a step back, wiping his hand on the piece of cloth he carried as he admired the handsome man before him. Suddenly he tossed the fabric at Fabien, causing the still-drowsy man to fumble in an attempt to catch it. “Here. You may want to wash these.”
Edison wore a self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he turned to the door and started to leave, allowing Fabien a minute to study the material now residing in his hands. He held the fabric between his thumb and forefinger in front of his face, studying it more closely. “Hey wait! How did you …” his voice trailed off into nothing as his still warm boxer briefs came into focus.
Edison peeked around the door, already on his way out. “I told you.” He said matter-of-factly, the edge of his lips quirked and his eyes sparkling mischievously under his thick-rimmed frames. He held his hands up before him, shaking them dramatically to gain Fabien’s attention. “Good with my hands.” And then Eddie Quick was off, too quickly for Fabien to even fabricate a response.
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