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You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet (MM)

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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

Anthony Clarkson gave over twenty years of his life to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. As a decorated agent, his career gave him a sense of fulfillment. All of that changes when his career is suddenly and unexpectedly cut short. He is diagnosed with a cancer, which slowly invades his body, effectively robbing him at a chance for a future. 

Charles Hanson has worked with Anthony for most of his career. Throughout the years they have successfully closed many cases and brought numerous criminals to justice. As rewarding as this was, Charles suffers in silence. He has kept hidden a deep and unrelenting love for his partner for as long as he’s known him.

After several treatments of chemotherapy, Anthony is given the chance at an experimental treatment which may mean the difference between life and death. Charles joins him on the journey, but soon the two realize that what they are looking for isn't necessarily what they will find. 

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Omg this was spectacular!!! It made me cry, the love between Charles snf Anthony was beautiful!!! And knowing it was now or never, just beautiful!!!! This was sweet caring special sexy and hot!!! Bon...

- donna b buccella

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Anthony looked down and saw the tent being pitched underneath his towel. Every time he thought of that night while he watched Charles he always ended up working himself into frenzy. If he was going to stay focused tonight, he was going to have to push those feelings aside and fast.

Making quick work of his boxers and a T-shirt, Anthony got dressed. His apartment was cool enough to go ahead and get dressed into his slacks and dress shirt, but he didn’t want to wrinkle them before his bon voyage dinner so he decided to stick with what he had on and head out to the living room to wait for Charles.

Now that he was finally starting to feel human again, he was really looking forward to seeing Charles. For years they were inseparable. To suddenly be apart all the time had been a shock to his system. While he had a knack for being a hard ass with smart ass tendencies, not many knew how much he relied on having Charles by his side. In fact, if he was a betting man, he’d be willing to wager that not even Charles himself knew how important he was to Anthony.

The front door to his townhouse opened just as he entered into the living room. Charles walked in with a concerned look on his face and closed the door. The top button of his shirt was undone and his tie was loosened, hanging haphazardly across his chest. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rested in the creases of his brow.

Charles tossed his keys on the small table Anthony kept by the door and asked, “Okay, I’m here now. What’s the matter? Is it your treatment? What has the doctor said?”

“Umm…hi,” Anthony said, feeling put off by Charles abrupt greeting.

“Hi…Well, what is it?”

Anthony shook his head and went to sit on his couch. His legs were trembling a little and he needed to eat something. That was the last thing he wanted to let Charles in on. Ever since he’d gotten sick, Charles had turned into a nervous parent. He didn’t like the way it affected his moods. The short temper he was witnessing in Charles as of late was beginning to be especially bothersome. That type of behavior was usually more typical of himself than his even-keel partner.

“I gotta tell you. I kind of miss the old Charles Hanson. Any chance he might be stopping by sometime soon?”

Charles put his hands on his hips and muttered something under his breath while looking up at the ceiling. Anthony couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the whole situation made him sad. It was an emotion he didn’t care for and wanted no part of.

He missed their old camaraderie, the way they could talk about anything and everything. There was a time even their colleagues in the bureau used to give them shit for finishing each other’s sentences. It got so bad at one point that their supervisory agent at the time had razzed them, reminding them each that it was against bureau policy to be married to your field partner. Everyone had laughed it off at the time, including Anthony and Charles.

The funny thing was, in some ways it was somewhat true. They did act like an old married couple. They anticipated one another’s moves, thoughts, and knew each other better than anyone else. The only real difference was that they weren’t sleeping together.

If only, though. Lord knew Anthony thought about it enough times. Not that he’d ever acted upon those ideas. They were partners first and foremost. He couldn’t risk their cases, or maybe even their lives, on his selfish urges and desires. So he pushed them aside. For years he ignored his feelings for Charles, hoping that they’d eventually go away. Though a part of him knew they probably never would.

“Sorry,” Charles answered while sitting down in a chair across from Anthony, “my partner being sick kind of kills my mood.”

“Well cut it out. I’m the sour puss remember? I’m the grouchy ass no one likes. I count on you to be a little more civil than me.”

“I can’t help it. I worry about you. The last time I saw you…” Charles hesitated and waited before continuing. “Damn it. You didn’t look good.”

“What can I say? Chemotherapy doesn’t agree with me.” Anthony shrugged.

“It’s not funny. Every time I call you you’re either sleeping or too sick to talk. I’ve been worried sick about you. And now you ask me here to tell me something, but won’t tell me what it is. So forgive me if I don’t want to play small talk. I’d like to know how you are and what’s going on.”

“All right. Well, if you must know. That last round of chemo was a bitch. It was harder than the other two combined and quite frankly I’m glad to be done with it all.”

Charles’s brows lifted in surprise. “Done with it all? Do you mean…are you…in remission?”

“No, nothing like that. At least I don’t think so. They won’t be testing me for another two weeks. But, I finally feel like I’m getting a little bit of a bounce back in my step.”

“Yeah? That’s great. You don’t look back to normal yet, but you do have a little more color in your face.”

“Well I ought to. I spent all day an hour out on the porch this afternoon letting Mother Nature give me a bronze kiss. I didn’t want to go to the dinner tonight looking pale and pasty.”

“I understand. So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, I know that it’s short notice and a lot to ask, but I was wondering if you had any plans for your vacation?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He didn’t want to lose another moment with Charles. Life was a gift. The cancer had taught him that. It was just the two of them now. There wasn’t a job to be done, no bad guy to be caught or some case to be solved. It was just Charles and him.

Charles needed him, too. He could see it in his striking green eyes. It wasn’t his hard cock. It was the emotion he saw looking back at him. They may have held back for years, but they were finally telling each other what needed to be said.

Anthony tugged at the waist band of Charles’s briefs and placed a gentle kiss to his lower stomach. He knew from their years of traveling together that Charles’s abdomen was sprinkled with dark, curly hairs which matched the color of the hair on his head. Feeling them underneath his fingertips offered an entirely different experience.

His skin was slightly tan with an olive tone to it except for the area which proved that Charles wasn’t one to sunbathe in the nude. The lighter area of skin looked immaculate, like a porcelain doll just before it’s been painted.

Anthony darted his tongue out and swirled it around in a circle. Charles hissed out a breath and reached his hands down. His long fingers raked through Anthony’s hair and rested on the back of his head.

Underneath the cotton of his briefs, Anthony reached around and grasped onto the round globes of Charles’s ass cheeks. Gently, he massaged them in each of his hands as he continued to lavish kisses on his flat stomach. His cheeks were so smooth and felt perfectly proportioned for his hands like they were made for this very act. Images of having Charles bent over the arm of a couch or a chair while Anthony kissed his ass and licked his tight hole, taunting his already raging lust. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment for only a second before he bringing his hands back to the front and what he truly wanted.

Anthony looked up at Charles and stared into his eyes. So much had happened in the years that they’ve known one another. Now in a short span of time they were both hot and hard for each other. He still couldn’t believe it was happening. If this whole thing was some sort of fantasy on overdrive then so be it. He was going to enjoy every second of his real-life porno.

The naughty thought shot through Antony’s body and down to his already throbbing cock. He was so horny for this man, this beautiful man who he wanted to fuck so badly. His hunger was growing with every passing second. He’d had his cock sucked more times than he could remember and couldn’t deny how good it felt.

Still, Anthony always had a thing for being the one giving, not receiving. There was nothing that got him going quite as much as sucking cock did. Having a hard dick fill his mouth and gag his throat nearly made him come from the act alone and nothing else. There was just something about letting a man fuck his face that he couldn’t explain.

Having it be this man, though, the object of a long-building desire, was more than he ever hoped for. He suddenly felt famished, like nothing in the world but Charles could possibly curb his appetite. Impatience overcame him and swiftly went after what he needed to have.

Anthony yanked at the briefs which had annoyingly kept Anthony from his treat, until they slid down his thighs. Charles’s cock plopped free and nearly hit Anthony in the cheek. The thick and engorged flesh of Charles’s erection sat before him, hanging hard and heavy in the air. A drop of pre-cum sat on the tip, glistening with the sunlight which shone in the glass patio doors. It seemed like such a daring tease, taunting him to come and get it.

Anthony looked up at Charles. “You’re so fucking incredible.”

“T–touch me. Pl–please.” Charles’s words came out through breathless stutters, his face flushed.

Anthony darted his tongue out and slurped up the tiny pearlescent drop which adorned the tip of the most magnificent cock he’d ever seen. “Mmm…like this?”

“Oh, fuck,” Charles’s blurted out. “Exactly like that!”

“Hmm…”

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Oh nothing. It’s just…while I have no problem licking your dick all over, I kind of had a few other things in mind as well. But, hey…if you want me to just lick the tip. I can do that, too.”

“No!”

Antony raised his brows. “No?”

“I mean, yes. I mean…shit. I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying. You’re driving me insane. Just do whatever you want. I don’t care what it is. Just don’t stop touching me.”

He couldn’t hide the grin which worked its way up the corners of his mouth. Anthony was normally a take-control kind of guy, but the cancer had been so busy kicking his ass that he’d forgotten how big of a turn on it was to take the reins.

“You’re sure?” Anthony taunted.

“Fuck yes, I’m sure. Stop being such a Goddamn tease, and suck me off!” Charles bit out. His face was flush from what Anthony assumed was probably a mixture of overflowing lust and just a hint of that bashfulness that he knew Charles was capable of.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I’m going to take real good care of you.”

Anthony whispered the words just as he grasped Charles cock in his hand and guided it through the opening of his lips. He slid his tongue out and around the head of his dick as he closed his lips around the thick length.

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