Styx walked down the gravel road beside Roman to the largest building. It was made of metal, and an open folding door took up one wall. Styx’s breath was taken away by the collection of gorgeous aircraft before him.
“As you can see we, have an assortment of planes. That’s a ten-seater in the back. The smaller plane holds four. If you let him, Flyer will talk year ear off describing what each is capable of in great detail.” Roman gestured to the side. “That’s our baby, the helicopter. She’s set up for full rescues, whether it’s mountains, fire, or water and can hold up to six men.”
Styx ran his fingers over the smooth, shiny side of the aircraft. It was a dream. “She is a beauty.”
“She’s more than a beauty. She’s extraordinary.” Flyer walked into the hanger and rested his hand on the helicopter’s side.
Styx’s gaze narrowed in on the man’s strong hand caressing the cool metal. He wanted the man called Flyer to put that hand on his chest and grasp onto him as he brought Flyer to his peak.
Flyer’s color was better now than it had been back at the house. His demeanor was also calm and more in control than Styx had seen so far. Physically, the man pushed every one of Styx’s buttons. Shiny sable brown hair, which was neat on the sides yet long enough on top for Styx to shove his fingers through, mixed with sea-green eyes, did it for him. Flyer wasn’t an overly muscular man, but he was fit and strong. Styx had the sudden urge to strip Flyer bare and wrap those long legs around his waist before he sank his cock inside until his balls were jammed against Flyer’s firm, round ass.
Flyer stood stock-still and tipped his head to the side. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Why not?” Styx challenged. He liked that Flyer didn’t seem afraid of his size or dark edges.
“Because you need to accept a position with Rescue for Hire West and we have to get to know each other before the demands in your eyes can happen.” Flyer’s hand grasped the edge of the helicopter’s tail.
“I haven’t been offered a position yet,” Styx pointed out.
Styx continued to study Flyer. The man trimmed his mustache into a thin line above his full upper lip. He also trimmed his beard so that it ran along his jaw up over his chin to his lower lip. A light scruff blurred the lines of the thicker hair, telling Styx the man hadn’t shaved today. Styx kept his face clean-shaven when he remembered to shave, which turned out to be about every other day or so.
He didn’t know how long he would have stood there enjoying each new discovery he made of Flyer’s attributes, but Roman’s deep voice pulled his attention away.
“At least glance at the work area of the hanger and then we can all go into my office and get down to discussing the particulars of the position,” Roman told Styx before looking at Flyer with a smirk on his face. “Do you think you can quit distracting Styx long enough for me to make him an offer he can’t refuse?”
Flyer’s smile sent a pulse of heat through Styx’s chest before it settled in his groin. The world narrowed down to Styx and Flyer. The smile dropped from Flyer’s face, and he moved toward Styx.
Roman’s big body stepped in between them and blocked Styx’s view of walking ecstasy. Styx pushed back a spike of irritation. He needed to remember he was here for a job interview, not to claim a man named Flyer. But part of him wanted to, right here and right now.
“Styx.” Roman’s tone had gone hard. He raised his hand and pointed at the end of the building. “As you can see, we have a fully stocked facility capable of maintaining or repairing our aircraft.” Roman looked over his shoulder. “Flyer, don’t even think of trying to get around me. You will stay on the other side of me and away from Styx until we get back to the office.”
Flyer stopped in mid-step of inching around Roman. Styx would have laughed if he wasn’t itching to experience how Flyer fit in his arms and against his body. Instead, he turned to study the work area of the hanger.
He had no doubt that the tall portable roller cabinets set in strategic places for ease of accessibility, with their multiple drawers, contained every tool he would need to get the airplanes ready for the air. A huge worktable took up the center of the area. Styx could see himself pulling up one of the stools and spending a few hours working on a motor that needed adjusting. This place called to him. Styx wanted to stay and make a home at Los Héroes.
Looking at Roman, Styx said, “I’ve seen enough.”
Walking past Flyer, Styx snagged the man’s hand and led him over to the worktable. After sliding onto a stool, Styx spread his thighs and pulled the delicious man in between. Part of Styx’s brain hoped the stool was solid because things were about to get interesting.
“What are you doing?” Flyer’s fingers sifted through Styx’s hair.
“I’m going to make you feel good.” Styx cupped Flyer’s package through his black pants. Under his palm, Flyer’s dick bobbed.
The fingertips rubbing his scalp paused before continuing their lovely massage. Styx’s eyes half closed. The man had talented fingers.
Flyer’s hips shifted but didn’t move away. “Reese will be back soon.”
“You said that already.” Styx wanted to feel Flyer’s flesh and opened his pants. In his hand, Flyer’s dick was hard, warm, and a dark pink. “We best hurry. Climb up.”
Not waiting for Flyer to move, Styx lifted and set him onto his spread thighs, opening Flyer’s legs wide. Only Flyer’s dick and ball sac stuck out from the material of his pants. The sight was obscene and sexy as hell. Pretty green eyes widened. Straight, wide teeth sank into a bottom lip. That wouldn’t do. That lip was Styx’s.
Leaning forward, Styx licked the reddened skin of Flyer’s lip before sucking the plump flesh into his mouth. While they had worked at getting the helicopter put away, Flyer had been chewing hard caramel candies. Styx enjoyed the lingering taste.
Styx tightened his grip on Flyer’s dick, stroking the shaft from its base to the mushroom-shaped head. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the small slit at the top, enjoying the bead of silky pre-cum that welled up.
The rough growth of hair on the side of Flyer’s face pricked Styx’s lips as he continued to explore. The man shivered, and the dick under Styx’s hand swelled when he found a sensitive spot next to Flyer’s jaw and under his ear. The soft skin pulled into his sucking kisses so sweetly.
“Styx, ah…” Flyer’s hips thrust forward as Styx continued to work that spot.
Creating a tunnel with his fingers, Styx gave Flyer something to shove his dick through. The man reacted beautifully and set up a fierce rhythm. Beneath them, the stool squeaked.
Through the black material of Flyer’s shirt, Styx found his nipple with gentle fingers. He suspected Flyer wouldn’t react well to pain and, instead, caressed it until it pebbled.
Flyer’s thrusts grew erratic, and beneath Styx’s fingers, Flyer’s balls drew up. Wide green eyes looked at Styx. It took a moment to realize fear was making them glisten.
His voice trembled in panic as Flyer whispered, “I need to…”
The next instant the dick in Styx’s hand softened. Flyer’s chest heaved as the man struggled to catch his breath. Hands pushed at Styx’s chest, and in a burst of speed, Flyer wrenched his body off Styx’s thighs.
Flyer raced across the hangar toward the door. Styx was right behind him. He had seen that haunted, hunted look in his fellow SEALs’ eyes after a gruesome mission. Flyer was reliving a nightmare from his past.
At the door, Styx managed to snag his arm around Flyer’s waist and lift the struggling and kicking man off his feet.
In Flyer’s ear, Styx said, “I do not have the voice to use words to get you through this. Now stand up and look out the door’s window. You are free to enjoy.”
With Flyer’s back to his front, Styx cradled the stiff man against him by keeping a secure arm around his chest. “You are safe in my arms.”
While placing light kisses against the soft skin of Flyer’s neck, Styx caressed Flyer’s chest and shoulders. “Tell me what just happened.”
Flyer struggled and threw his head from side to side. A low moan came from deep in his chest. “Let me go. I’m damaged.”
Styx continued to hold Flyer secure in the cradle of his body. “Why the panic?”
“I can’t come,” Flyer shouted.
Styx blinked in shock. Shaking his head in disbelief he said, “Bullshit. Talk to me.”
“Coming without permission causes great pain,” Flyer whispered. “I don’t think I can overcome the memories of him holding a knife against my balls threatening to cut them off.”
Anger surged through Styx. He would bide his time until Flyer could tell him a name. That was all he needed. Grim satisfaction of what he could and would do to the bastard soothed some of the fury.
“You have permission to come.” Styx reached down and caressed Flyer’s dick, setting up a light rhythm.
Flyer frowned and looked up over his shoulder. “It can’t be that easy.”
Styx leaned down and placed a light kiss on the man’s trembling lips. “Why not?”
Flyer’s gaze darted over Styx’s face, and his lips tightened before he said, “I don’t know.”
“Come as many times as you need.” Styx firmed his grip on Flyer’s dick and continued easy strokes.
Flyer settled back against Styx’s chest and seemed to be looking out the window in front of them. Little by little, he relaxed, and his dick plumped up. Soon Flyer’s hips began restless movements, rubbing his ass against Styx’s cock, and blood surged, making it swell. Biting his lip, Styx pushed down his own needs. This connection, this intimacy, was about Flyer.
A bead of pre-cum welled up under Styx’s continued pace, and Flyer jerked.
“Feel,” Styx ordered.
Hands grasped his arms and fingers dug in deep.
“Styx.” Flyer’s breaths came out in erratic pants.
“That’s me. I will keep you safe.” Styx’s voice was dying. The raspy whisper was fading to nothing.
“Styx.” Flyer shuddered, and warm cum flowed over Styx’s hand.
Under Styx’s arm, Flyer’s body twisted, and his stomach tensed. Another round of thick cum coated Styx’s skin. The amount Flyer was letting loose had Styx wondering how long it had been since the man had last come.
Flyer groaned and collapsed against him. And then the man in his arms began to tremble.