Toby Winters strode down the hallway at FPA headquarters in Los Angeles, California. The leader of the West Coast Division, Bruno Fischer, had called him in for a private meeting. Toby’s heart hammered wildly in his chest as anxious energy churned in his gut. This was his first official meeting with Bruno. He’d only just become a member of the FPA.
After years of training with the very best, Toby had finally earned a badge and gun. He might be young, only eighteen, but he was now part of the team. A team he’d wanted to join since he was only a kid.
When he reached Bruno’s closed office door, Toby paused, taking a minute to get his emotions under control. He didn’t want the leader of the FPA to know that he was nervous. Taking a few calming breaths, Toby lifted his hand, rapping his knuckles against the door.
“Enter,” Bruno’s deep, booming voice called out.
Grasping the handle, Toby took one more deep breath before opening the door. As he stepped inside the plush office, Toby spotted three other men, all of them wearing dark suits. From their scent, Toby knew they were human, which piqued his interest. Keeping his composure, Toby shut the door behind him.
“Thank you for joining us, Agent Winters.”
“Yes, sir.” Toby stood at attention, waiting.
“I’d like to introduce you to Griffeth Moor, Interpol, Conall Lìos, Scotland Yard, and Lionel Palmer, FBI.”
“Gentlemen,” Toby nodded.
“This is our youngest agent,” Bruno said. “Is he what you’re looking for?”
Three sets of eyes turned toward Toby, staring at him, inspecting him as if he were a bug under a microscope. Toby kept his composure, refusing to even flinch.
“He’s perfect,” Griffeth Moor said, the tone of his voice giving away the fact that he was British.
“Duncan Ó Branagáin is going to love him,” Conall Lìos agreed, a thick Scottish accent rolling over each word as he spoke.
“We’ve done recon on Duncan, including a background on all of his romantic relationships.” Lionel Palmer grinned, nodding. “He fits the bill, perfectly.”
“I’m sorry.” Toby relaxed his stance. “I don’t understand. Who’s Duncan Ó Branagáin?” he asked, looking at each of the agents.
“Our agencies have been working together for many years, building a case against Duncan Ó Branagáin,” Conall started, stepping forward, away from the other two men. “He’s a breakaway agent, formerly IRA, and one of the leaders of the Irish mob. It’s next to impossible to get an agent close to him. Each time we’ve tried, the agent ends up dead within a matter of days.”
“We can’t afford to send any more human officers into his path,” Griffeth added. “We need a well-trained agent, someone who can take care themselves because we won’t be able to provide any sort of backup. If you decide to accept this mission, you’ll be going to Northern Ireland as a student and you’ll have to face him alone.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to handle that?” Lionel asked, raising a questioning brow.
“Yes, sir,” Toby answered, without giving it much thought.
“This will be your first solo mission,” Bruno interjected. “If you have any doubts whatsoever, you need to speak up now.”
“I’ve been training to be an agent for years. This might be my first official mission, but it’s not the first time I’ve been in the field.”
Bruno shared a look with the other agents, a silent message passing between them before the FPA leader nodded.
“You’re no longer Toby Winters. Your name is Thomas Doyle,” Griffeth said. “You’re a college student, taking some time off to travel abroad. We’ll supply you with new documentation. You’ll be given a folder with personal information and places that Duncan frequents. Memorize it. You’ll also receive a passport, cash, and airline tickets, along with an untraceable cell phone. Your trip will appear unplanned and spontaneous to anyone that starts digging around. There’s a good possibility that Duncan’s people will do a background check on you. They won’t find anything out of the ordinary.”
“Pack a backpack with only a couple pairs of jeans, a few T-shirts, and a light jacket. Duncan likes to take care of his lovers. He’ll want to rescue you. Let him,” Conall explained.
“You are gay, right?” Griffeth cleared his throat. “I’m not trying to offend you or insinuate that you need to do anything sexual with Duncan, but it would help.”
After a moment of silence, Toby said, “I’m not offended.”
Bruno cursed. “He’s an agent, not a damn prostitute.”
Duncan knew that Thomas was nervous. He was practically vibrating with tension. He took a few minutes to calm the young man by massaging Thomas’s back and shoulders until his muscles relaxed. He moved his hands down to Thomas’s ass, kneading the meaty flesh. Duncan spread Thomas’s ass cheeks. Leaning down, he opened his mouth and spit on a spot just above Thomas’s hole. He watched his saliva run over Thomas’s tight rosette before leaning forward and pressing his face into the crease of Thomas’s ass. He licked Thomas’s hole, running the appendage back and forth, coating the little pink rosette in a thick coat of saliva.
Thomas jerked, his entire body shuddering.
He circled Thomas’s hole, flicking out his tongue. Duncan alternated speeds, and Thomas went wild, pumping his hips.
“Oh, God…that’s fucking amazing. Keep doing that.”
“This?” Duncan pushed his tongue into Thomas’s hole, fucking him with it.
Thomas shouted. “Ah…ah…ah…”
He changed his pace, adding stimulation. Duncan was desperate to make everything perfect for his young lover’s first experience. When Thomas started chanting his name, Duncan knew Thomas was ready for more. He grabbed the bottle of lube he’d snatched from the bedside table before climbing onto the bed and flicked the lid open. Pouring a large dollop onto his fingers, Duncan covered his digits in a thick coat of the slippery substance before slowly penetrating Thomas’s ass with one digit. With his free hand, Duncan massaged the man’s hip while watching his finger disappear.
“You’re so beautiful, love.”
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
Duncan added a second finger. He watched his digit disappear with the first and his cock hardened, pre-cum dribbling from the head of his shaft. Thomas moaned, moving his hips, countering Duncan’s movements, as he impaled his ass on Duncan’s fingers. Duncan watched Thomas, completely transfixed as the other man writhed. Turning his fingers, Duncan tickled Thomas’s prostate gland.
“Fuck!” Thomas jerked.
Duncan chuckled lightly. He moved his digit, in and out of Thomas’s ass, stretching him. After a couple of minutes, he added a third finger, slowly scissoring the digits.
“I’m ready,” Thomas told him.
“Almost.” Duncan grabbed the bottle of lube, adding more of the slick substance to his fingers.
“Please,” he whimpered.
Kissing each of Thomas’s cheeks, Duncan pulled his fingers free. Duncan flipped him over. He wanted their first time together to be face to face. He leaned over and grabbed a condom. Ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, Duncan smoothed the latex over his achingly hard shaft.
“Do you have to wear one?”
“What?” Duncan wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly.
“It’s just that…” Thomas’s brows drew together. “I mean it’s my first time…and…uh…”
“You don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“I always wear protection, love. It’s safer for both of us.”
“But”—he pushed his lower lip out, clearly disappointed with Duncan’s decision—“I want to feel you. When you come, I want to feel you inside me. You’re supposed to mark me.”
Duncan groaned. Jesus. He’d never been tempted to pull a condom off before. Thomas’s sweet request was overwhelming, but he needed to think with his brain, not his dick.
That little plea changed his mind. Pulling the latex off, Duncan tossed the condom to the floor. When he turned back to Thomas, he wore a triumphant smile.
“The only reason I’m agreeing to go without a condom is because you’re a virgin and I get tested regularly. In the future, you need to make sure all your partners wear protection.”
“I’ll only ever want you.”
Thomas’s words ripped his heart wide open. Planting a hand on each side of Thomas’s head, he leaned down and pressed their lips together. Thomas parted his lips, eagerly welcoming Duncan’s tongue into his mouth. Their tongues moved together, swirling and dancing. Hooking his arms under Thomas’s knees, Duncan pushed his legs up toward his shoulders.
“Hold your legs up for me, baby.”
Thomas grabbed hold of his knees, pulling his legs close to his chest, exposing his ass.
Duncan grabbed the lube, slicking up his cock. He held the base of his shaft and lined up the head with Thomas’s virgin hole. Duncan slowly eased his way past the tight ring of muscle. He took his time, gently thrusting forward until he was buried deep within Thomas’s body. Duncan stopped then, waiting for Thomas to relax and accept him fully.