Sharp Dressed Man: Our characters must go somewhere very formal together, and maybe feel a rush of attraction at seeing the other dressed up. ((ETHAN. had to))
(He kind of twisted this. I just... I just write it down...)
Maddox was never sure if he wanted to fuck Ethan or to be him.
Nor could he remember a time where the line between those extremes had ever been so blurred.
The older man wore a dark green buttoned shirt that was crisp at all the edges. It tucked into slim fit trousers, expensive black fabric wrapped around his long athletic thighs. A metallic flash of a belt buckle complimented the watch on his wrist. His hair slicked in ways that defied both logic and gravity. And somehow it always caught the light. His manicured fingertips gripped a delicate martini glass and he smiled bright enough for people to believe it. He was fucking magnificent, planted next to a shining grand piano against a wall of crystal windows, flirting easily.
The wife of the couple that had fronted the bill for the private investor party thought so too. Her weathered fingertips trailed the line of small buttons running down Ethan’s chest.
Maddox didn’t need implants or upgrades to know what the older woman was whispering to the adept. Probably something along the lines of what her husband had been whispering to him. And nothing very original at all.
“Can I tell you a secret, Randall?” He adjusted the man’s hands on his body, pushing them lower and closer to the edge of his already untucked dress shirt. “It’s kind of dirty.” Maddox smirked at the waves of surprise and delight that reached the older man’s eyes just before his fingers started to wander in search of the adept’s golden skin. “That is what I fantasize about.” He gestured plainly.
Maddox nodded and stretched, shifting to direct his patron’s hand even lower. “And his boyfriend. Huntsman.”
“He has a boyfriend?” Randall’s hand finally brushed the neat edge of Maddox’s trousers and the adept just grinned, leaning into the man.
“Sure does. Gorgeous fucker too.” Maddox’s head fell back with a breathless sigh when the older man’s fingers brushed his trapped erection. “But the two of them together. That’s where it’s at.”
Randall shifted in Maddox’s arms, backing up to the hulking adept to get a better feel. “I had no idea your personal lives were so interesting.”
“Sex is the only thing we have control of, Randall.” Maddox grabbed his hips, adjusting both of their bodies so that they fit together just right. He leaned some of his weight to the man’s back and enjoyed the micro expressions that washed over him. “But even that isn’t always optional.” He ground against the older man’s ass, fingers likely leaving bruises on his hips.
“Are you saying you don’t consent?” Randall’s incredulous snicker stung. More for his brothers.. if that’s what they were.. than for himself.
But Maddox ground against him lewdly anyway. “I don’t give a fuck, Randall. I don’t have anything else.” The man gasped when sharp teeth caught a soft spot on his neck.
“Tell me more,” Randall moaned, turning again in Maddox’s arms to let his hands explore the adept’s solid body, gasping unmet kisses along his sharp jaw.
Maddox let his fingers knot in what was left of the aging man’s hair, only barely resisting the urge to push him to his knees. “One time I caught them in the shower.” He throbbed painfully at the memory. “Changed my fucking life.”
Randall understood the adept’s stifled groan and screwed shut eyes. His fingers worked quickly to expose more of the Maddox’s heated skin from under the buttons of his thick white shirt. “Keep going,” the older man pleaded.
Maddox didn’t kiss but he did bend just enough to press his mouth to Randall’s crown as he earnestly began to work his way down Maddox’s body. “I’ve never seen anybody fuck like that. Like they just couldn’t get close enough.” He growled when Randall’s fingers finally freed the top closure on his trousers. The cool room air on his overheated skin somehow made him harder and he groaned shamelessly when Randall pressed his cheek against him.
“What else?” Randall fully settled on his knees and looked up at Maddox, waiting for encouragement.
Maddox loosened his grip on the older man’s hair, letting one hand roam over the planes of his rippling abdomen teasingly. “I think that love must be one hell of a drug.”
His blood nearly froze when he glanced back to Ethan, hoping to find him slightly less clothed, but only found a hazel gaze looking back at him, expression unreadable.
His kneejerk reaction was to wonder if he should be ashamed, breaking their eye contact momentarily. But he only found Randall. Desperate, hungry Randall, on his knees at a buffet.
“Go on, then,” Maddox murmured, swiping a heavy thumb pad across the man’s open lips. He glanced back to Ethan, a thrill running through him to find the older adept still watching.
Across the room they both gasped, just a little, when Randall finally put his mouth on Maddox’s cock.
He knew it was filthy. “Harder.” He slapped the older man’s cheek, a teasingly painful emphasis.
He knew it was against the rules. “Faster.” He pulled a little bit harder on the older man’s hair, meeting his mouth with sharp hip thrusts.
He knew he’d have to pay for it the moment they got back to Phoenix One. “More.” The lewd squelching sounds of Randall’s deepthroat were broken only by a spattering of Maddox’s whimpered groans.
But for now, they weren’t on Phoenix One. For now, this was the closest thing to Ethan’s undivided attention that Maddox was ever going to get. So he played into it and it didn’t take him long to finish under the older man’s steel gaze.
He came shortly, smiling, and couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Ethan would have to say.
He’d left his shirt with Randall and sat with his trousers wrinkled and only halfway buttoned, lounging along one side of the small shuttle.
Ethan hadn’t looked directly at him once.
“ETA in 90 seconds,” the shuttle pilot called from the cockpit. Ethan settled near the exit door, too eager to leave.
The door finally slid open and Ethan nearly slammed into Mason on his way out. “I need a shower,” was all he explained.
“Welcome back?” Mason asked Ethan’s back before turning to Maddox suspiciously. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”
Maddox just grinned, still halfway lounging on the small shuttle bench. “If you need me, I will be in my quarters.” The young adept pushed himself standing and patted Mason on the shoulder, squeezing past him to get out the shuttle door. “Rubbing another one out.”
“What?” Mason flashed through three different kinds of horrified. “This wasn’t that kind of party, Ajax!” He yelled at the younger man’s back, paused in the shuttle doorway. “What the fuck did you do?!”
“You may want to talk to your boyfriend,” he sang. Eager to lock his quarter doors behind him.
