Tiger In Cahoots

@tigerincahoots

Logan is certain he too has his own face that he sports now, or at a moment close to this. And while he knew Kevin was rather protective of his safe havens, Logan wouldn't find himself judging him for it. As soldiers, they each have their own special place that lends at least some kind of sweet respite from the world around them. So when that idle threat shows itself, Logan smiles knowingly and raises his hands in surrender.

"My lips are sealed." Your safe with me, the thought presents itself just as quickly as it vanishes, as if he were made of the very clouds shrouding the sunset and heralding the moon and the stars. But when Kevin begins talking a bit more softly, a delicacy to his voice of which Logan was learning came rarely, they had something they could agree on. Common ground and the veteran smiles quietly, looking up to the stars, searching for the beginnings of their serenity.

AND LOGAN PROBABLY FELT THE WAY HE DID. Despite their different backgrounds and experiences – they were forged the same way. Military men through and through. They had seen shit, done shit and lived to tell the tale. Perhaps they even shared the same aspect of barely sleeping at night because there would always exist some nightmare that would snap them awake covered in sweat and panting. Maybe they would avoid sleeping because they did not want to be confronted by the demons of their past. Kevin surely didn’t. The list of things that he had done because he was ORDERED to was not something he was proud of.

Work was not on Henry's mind. Perhaps later he would think about what complications could arise since they worked together, but now wasn't the time. With those hands on his ass, how could he even think of anything else?

"Now who's telling who what to do?" Henry smiled, Max was tangling around his feet now, so he had to feed him. "I won't take long, I pinky promise." He gave Kevin another quick kiss, as he was quickly growing addicted to kissing him, and let him saunter off the the bathroom upstairs.

Once Henry cracked open a can of food for Max, he flopped it into his bowl with a plop. "You're a good guy." Henry chuckled, and gave Max and pat on his large head. Then he all but raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

He heard the water going full blast and walked into the bathroom. "Oh," His eyebrows raised, "You're starting that without me?" His eyes were glued to his partner, finally seeing him naked after thinking about it all night. Henry's cock twitched, he was already aroused from being felt up, but now he was aching with want. "You're beautiful."

Henry kept his eyes on Kevin as he undressed as well, letting his clothes go wherever on the bathroom floor. Henry was both lean and built at the same time. His broad shoulders were always obvious, but not the body he was hiding underneath his clothes. He was muscled, skin like ivory, and fully smooth. His thighs were thick, and his cock hung heavily between them even when he was hard.

He stepped forward and pulled the shower door over slowly. "Wow," He spoke softly, his eyes going up and down the length of his partner's body. He was so gorgeous. Henry stepped inside and felt the hot spray of the water on his skin, it felt wonderful, everything about this felt wonderful.

"Looks like you kept warm for me." He pressed against Kevin's slick body and kissed him as his hands roamed over his chest. Their hard lengths touched, and Henry once again twitched. "Fuck."

There was barely enough room for two men, but that made things even better. He could slide against Kevin's body, it was impossible not to be so close to him. He was letting his hands and arms do what they wanted, groping and wrapping around his partner as he kissed his neck and collarbone.

"Do you want some help with this? Or are you gonna play with it by yourself?" His hand smoothed down Kevin's torso and wrapped around his hard cock, stroking him slowly, getting a feel for him, memorizing his shape.

A THOUGHT THAT SOMEHOW MADE KEVIN FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.

LUCKILY, he didn’t need to be alone with his thoughts much longer. As the bathroom door opened and Henry stepped inside – his gaze was fully on the detective and nothing else in the world seemed to matter. Henry wanted him. He wanted Henry. Consequences be damned. They would deal with them at a later date and that was definitely not happening now. “You told me to START without you.” A cheeky grin dances on his lips as Kevin proceeds with his one-man show. Stroking every inch of his manhood as keeping a nearly predatory gaze on Henry. Give him something to crave. Something to look forward to. He wasn’t even going to pretend to be coy – he saw someone he wanted and he would claim that someone for himself. Playing safe was for losers and people with low self-esteem. Not him.

HIS EYES DON’T ABANDON HENRY. He watches with interest and curiosity as the other man undresses. Each part of his body revealed earns a smirk from the shifter –who loves how good-looking Henry is underneath all of his clothes. He already suspected the other man to be fit – he had to as a detective – but the reality was far more enticing than anything that his mind had come up with. And the fact that Henry was every bit as hung as he had imagined? A fucking BONUS. Perfection all around and all he had done so far was undress. If this were to continue past this night – Kevin would definitely want to see Henry lose his clothes like that more often in the future. It was almost a crime by itself to have that physique covered by clothes.

”HEY THERE.” There wasn’t much room for two in the shower but that was exactly the point. The distance between their bodies was null – both of them invading the other’s personal space in the most sensual and wanted of ways. The slightest movement would make their skin touch – slippery touches under the hot stream of water as they both took their time to fully admire the other. Hands on his chest – lips on his neck – a shiver rolling down his spine the moment their cocks brushed against one another in such a confined space. It was tantalizing. And it was forcing Kevin to hold himself back – to give his partner the necessary time to explore, to touch and to admire – when all he wanted was to DEVOUR him where he stood.

The fact Kevin had to ask if this was weird just meant they didn't quite know each other that well yet. Logan can't help smiling with a gentle chuckle.

"No, it's not weird." He supplies. "I much prefer hikes and trails to walking in the city. It's much more comfortable out here." It's even more atmospheric just after a rain, but things were dry for now, which was entirely fine. "I'm much more apt to say yes to walks like this than most others." He confides, as if it might change Kevin's perception of him. Not that it's good or bad, it just is. At that game, however, Logan peeks over with a smirk and listens to the conditions of the loser.

A SMIRK DRAWS ON HIS LIPS. The fact that Logan not only enjoys these hikes but also agrees to the stipulation of said race makes his heart beat just a little bit faster. He always loved a challenge. Not that they were both on equal footing but it was entertaining to see someone trying to take him on. Most people wouldn’t. They were too damn scared of what he could do to even entertain such a simple notion such as a race. And when Logan shoved him back to gain momentum and a head start – Kevin actually chuckled.

HE WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME THING.

@tigerincahoots said:

"your voice is so relaxing." ( to karter )

HE LEANS BACK, comfortable in his spot with Kevin sprawled across him, his fingers carding through the other man's hair as he absent-mindedly reads the book he has aloud. Normally he'd be SILENT, but he's EXHAUSTED and he'd gotten the sense Kevin would be too.

If nothing else he'd been hoping to help soothe the other man into SLUMBER before dozing off himself, but when Kevin speaks Karter pauses mid-sentence before answering, small & gentle grin painting his features.

"Oh yeah?"

IT MAKES him the slightest bit giddy hearing that. Granted, he'd never been the BEST at translating those feelings despite knowing them INTIMATELY. Suffice it to say after a second he speaks.

"Well get comfy, I'll finish this chapter then we can take a nap or something...I'm beat."

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It was the first time Kevin had seen Henry in real action. And Henry never talked about his shooting, or ever boasted about taking anyone down, or getting in a fight. Henry saw it as only doing what was needed, that his occasional violence when working wasn't something he was proud of. He wasn't ashamed either, as such, he just wished that things didn't have to escalate to a point where more people got hurt. He was just trying to minimize the damage.

They went to question a man at a grocery store about a gun that was purchased under his name that was used in a murder. And of course the guy ran. They had to chase him through aisles of produce and people, fruits rolling and people screaming.

When they cornered him in the back rooms, Henry went to cuff him and the fucker pulled some kind of pocket knife. He swiped at Henry and caught him in the eyebrow as Henry leaned back, avoiding the chance of losing an eye. Henry paid no attention to the blood that streamed down his face and instead pinned the man to the ground so Kevin could cuff him.

He saw the look on his partner's face and knew Kevin wanted to skin this guy alive. "Don't." Henry said sternly, "We've got this." Henry felt the same anger because one of them could have been stabbed, this was all so unneeded. "I hate it when they run." Henry had such a strong hold on the perp the man was crying, unable to move. "Not to sound like my ol' man, but shut up before I give you something to cry about."

Back at his house now, after all the red tape and general bullshit reports, Henry sat on the edge of his tub while Kevin applied a bandage to his eyebrow. His blue and slightly brown eyes gazing up at his partner as he was so gentle with his wound.

                       “A TIGER DOESN’T LOSE SLEEP 

                        OVER THE OPINION OF SHEEP.”

"I booked a room for me," he corrected immediately, invading Kevin's personal space so that he could whisper his words. "I don't know about you, but I don't feel like sleeping in a ship-- But who knows, maybe I'm good enough to make you want to stay."

He sure had every intention of proving his worth to this smug man, and it was clear in the confident steps that carried him out of the café. It was but a little walk, two blocks, before they made it to an old looking building that served as a motel for travelers and lovers. Ironically enough, they were both.

Matthew led him to the third floor, to a nice room with a pretty view of the sea. He made sure to let Kevin walk in first, just so he could lock the door behind them. Finally there was no one else to interrupt them.

”YOU BOOKED A ROOM FOR YOU…” The smirk never once abandoned his lips as they reached their destination. The sort of place that Kevin had seen more often than not but never truly entertained the thought. Why would he book a room for sex? That would give the wrong idea. That would make whoever he was fucking think that they could perhaps spend the night. They would not. “Yet, I am pretty fucking sure you did it with every intention of having me in said room with you.” They had been flirting for the past few days. Their mutual interest had been set in stone. Why would Matthew book a room at a shady place like that if not to make the most out of it?

NO MORE WORDS WERE SHARED UNTIL THEY WERE BEHIND A CLOSED DOOR. Kevin wasn’t all that interested in their surroundings. As long as they were alone and there was a bed somewhere – the rest could be considered a bonus. And while the room was no Hilton suite or anything, it had enough space for them to move around. Even a damn window with a view of the sea. The one place where Matthew felt most at home. “Well – we had the mission. Not like you could hop on my lap and ride my dick during an assignment.” It was quite an interesting concept, however. Maybe something to do in the future, if the opportunity presented itself.

Max was on the couch, just waking up and stretching when he heard his dad come home. He jumped down with a thud, and strutted on over to them. "Here he is," Henry said happily, "My pride and joy." He was pleased to hear that Kevin also hada cat, it was good they had something in common. "I hope I get to meet him one day, too." Max sniffed at the newcomer, rubbed against his leg, then walked away, seeming satisfied.

Henry was going to say something about starting dinner, or feeding the cat, but all thoughts left him when he felt Kevin at his back, and his mouth at his ear. Oh, fuck! Kevin had zeroed in on the most sensitive part of him, the button that made him melt. Immediately, he pushed back against the other man, wanting to feel him closer. His skin broke out in goosebumps, he liked that he was being breathed in, there was something primal that stirred inside his gut, like he was being claimed.

Henry couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips when he felt Kevin's tongue on his earlobe. "You're really pushing my buttons here." He whispered, his ass pressing against Kevin's crotch, unable to stop himself.

'I think I like you.' Fuck, oh no, fuck. Henry was so screwed. He felt hot, not just in his ears and cheeks, but everywhere else. He knew what his brain was doing, what his cock was doing, but what was his heart doing. Backflips and cartwheels? Aching? He shuddered again despite the heat. He let his head fall back and leaned against his partner. "I like you, too." Is all he managed. I like you far too much.

Henry turned around then, lacing his arms around Kevin's neck and kissed him. It had to be done, he was being too sweet to him, too sexy, too perfect. He pushed until Kevin was against the shut front door.

Good job.

HE WOULD HAVE GRINNED IF HE COULD. His thoughts were being pushed aside by need. By arousal and desire. Henry was behaving the way he expected, pressing himself harder against his body and letting him explore every curve and every muscle. Study how his body moved, how his breathing hitched after being teased, how crimson his skin was quickly becoming. For a lack of a better word – ADORABLE. And while both of them should know better because they were partners and fucking your partner was probably a massive rule break somewhere in the department’s rules… Kevin couldn’t be bothered by that. And apparently, neither could Henry. He wanted what he wanted. Like pushing him back and slamming his back against the door. Like kissing him without any shame or reservation. They were both adults. Who gave a shit about some rulebook that told them who they could or couldn’t get involved with? Whoever had written it probably didn’t get laid enough.

”ARE YOU TELLING ME WHAT TO DO?” One eyebrow rose as Kevin fought back the need to smirk as he looked straight into Henry’s eyes. That was new. No one in their right mind would tell him what to do. Yet – he was at Henry’s place, so he was the current king of the castle, so to speak. “Start without you, uh? Is that what you want?” Oh… he was already planning on giving Henry the show of his life and seeing for himself just how crimson he could make the other man become. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Hands slithered down Henry’s back all the way to the curve of his ass which Kevin groped in the most primal and possessive of manners. Just squeeze those perfectly round cheeks as hard as he could before spanking them with both hands for good measure. Call it claiming his stake.

”GO FEED YOUR CAT BUT DON’T TAKE LONG.” Withdrawing himself from the embrace, Kevin winked ever so playfully to the detective before roaming the other man’s place in search for the bathroom. Once inside, Kevin glanced over to the bathtub and then the shower – opting for the standing variant before turning the hot water on and let the steam pile up for a moment or two. Start without me, he said. Well, who was he to refuse the house owner’s request? Fingers quickly worked on his clothes –his shirt, denims and socks now abandoned in a pile on the floor – before Kevin slipped under the hot water stream which in turn made his muscles automatically relax. Fucking werewolf. Fingers brushed his blond hair back, his head turning to the closed door that sooner or later would reveal Henry.