[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Alternative Contemporary Romance, MM, HEA]
DEA Agent Dan Wilson was just looking for a place to rent. He had no idea that it would bring him the love of his life. When he rented a room in an old Victorian just blocks from work, trouble started the very first day. For one, the guy who rented the room to him wasn't the owner. Waking up in bed with Terry wasn't the worst morning he'd ever had, but learning he had been taken for a fool kind of was.
Terry Iverson is incensed when he learns one of his tenants rented out his bedroom to a stranger, the bedroom he'd lived in his entire life. Of course, if he was going to choose someone to share a room with, it would be the handsome DEA agent. It would be great if he was gay, but Terry was a little too afraid to ask. He was the guy's landlord after all.
When someone starts messing with Terry's life, going from making false accusations of sexual harassment against him to trying to kill him, worrying about dating his tenant seems minor in comparison. If he can make it out of this alive, he just might see if the sexy agent was interested in something more than being roommates.
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
Terry groaned as he stretched his legs as far as they would go and flexed his toes. He must have slept forever. He felt better than he had in a very long time. He didn't even remember having any nightmares last night. It wasn't often that he went the whole night without at least one nightmare waking him.
Despite the wintery conditions outside, he was toasty warm. The blankets all wrapped around him and the warm solid body behind him. Terry yelled as he jerked and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a solid—and somewhat painful—thud.
There shouldn't be a warm body anywhere near him.
A head appeared over the edge of the mattress. If he hadn't been so freaked out, Terry probably could have enjoyed the amused smile on the man's handsome face, but as it was… "Who in the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?" Terry snapped.
The arched eyebrow was aggravating.
"I'm pretty sure I should be asking you that question," the stranger said. "I believe you are in my bed, not that I mind, but…"
"Look—" It wasn't until he stood and the man's eyes roamed over him that Terry remembered he was naked. He quickly pulled the top blanket off the bed and wrapped it around his hips. His face flamed. "Look, this is my room. It has been my room since before I was born. You're the trespasser here."
The man frowned. It was the first sign that he'd shown that something might be wrong. Apparently, he was used to naked men waking up in his bed. "Hey, I rented this room fair and square. I have a rental contract and everything."
Terry narrowed his eyes. "What rental contract?"
The guy stared for a moment before rolling to the other side of the bed. Terry caught his breath when the man stood, the blankets sliding away as he started across the room. Had there ever been a more perfect ass ever created? Terry didn't know what this guy did for a living, but he could make a mint as an underwear model.
And, apparently, he wasn't shy. After grabbing something out of his jeans, he walked right back. Sweet mother mercy, the front was just as perfect as the back. Terry was pretty sure when God was handing out dicks, this guy got in line twice. Maybe three times. Nice and long, and just thick enough to make someone really feel it.
It really had been a long time.
"I signed that when I rented the room two days ago."
Terry regretfully tore his eyes away from Mr. Perfect Dick and stared down at the papers in his hand. It took his befuddled brain a few moments to understand exactly what he was looking at, but once he did, he was pissed.
"Keith rented this room to you…uh…" I glanced at the paper. "Mr. Wilson?"
"Daniel, please, or Dan, and yeah. Is that a problem?"
"Yes. It's my room." Hell, it was his house. "Keith doesn't have the right to rent you anything. He's a tenant. I'm the owner."
"Did you give him any money?" Terry asked as he handed the rental agreement back to Dan.
"First and last month's rent plus deposit. About fifteen hundred dollars."
"Damn it." Terry started to head for his dresser to grab some jeans when he realized his dresser was not where it was supposed to be. It was light enough out that he didn't need a light to look around, and when he did, something cold and sick clenched in his gut.
"Where is my stuff?"
"I don't know, man," Dan said. "The place was empty except for the bed when I got here."
Terry fisted his hands, aching to wrap them around Keith's throat. "I'm going to kill him."
That was my bed.
"Uh, this might be a good time to mention I'm a DEA agent."
That surprised Terry enough that he turned to look at the guy. "You're that new DEA agent that moved to town, the one who works with Mike?"
"I thought you were staying in one of Chester's apartments?"
"I was, but it was only temporary until I found another place." When Dan waved his hands around the room, Terry saw the cardboard boxes he hadn't noticed before.
He thrust a hand through his hair. "This is so fucked up."
"Hey, man, I'm sorry. I didn't—"
"No, no. It's not your fault. You didn't know."
"I can have my stuff packed and out of here in a couple of hours."
"No, don't do that." Geez, this whole situation was fucked. Terry couldn't kick Dan out into the cold. "You rented this place on good faith. I'm not going to kick you out because my bonehead tenant decided to cash in on your ignorance."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "Want me to shoot him?"
Terry chuckled. "Let's get your rent money from him first. If he doesn't fork it over, then you can shoot him." Terry tried not to look directly at the beautiful naked man as he waved a hand toward him. It wasn't easy. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go track Keith down."
"I must be losing my touch." Dan chuckled as he turned to grab his jeans. "Beautiful naked man in my bed and he tells me to put my clothes back on."
"Uh…" Terry didn't really have a good response for that.
He turned and went into the bathroom where he remembered undressing the night before. It made his skin crawl to put his dirty, bloody uniform back on, but what other choice did he have? He had no idea where his stuff was.
By the time he got back to the bedroom, Dan was dressed.
"Please tell me you'll take me upstairs and fuck me." Terry's eyes pleaded with Dan to say yes.
Guess the question of whether he was gay or not had been answered.
Dan's eyebrows lifted. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Oh yeah," Terry groaned before palming Dan's aching erection. "I've been dreaming about having this pretty thing pounding into my ass since the day you moved in."
"Good to know." Dan grinned but grew sober after a minute. "I don't want to make things weird between us if we do this. Don't get me wrong, I am very much in favor of us doing this, but I need to know what you want so I'll know."
I've been kind of worried about that as well," Terry said. "That's one of the reasons I haven't said anything before now."
Dan didn't know if it was a good thing or not that they were both in the same place. "Do you see this going somewhere or is this a one-night stand kind of thing?"
Dan's heart sank. "I'm fine if you don't see it going anywhere. I would never pressure you into anything, but I'm hoping you'd be interested in more."
Dan could do a one-night stand, but he wanted more than that. He wanted someone he could get to know and maybe fall in love with. He wanted that one person who was glad to see him at the end of the day, who worried about him when he didn't come home on time, and who wrapped him up in a hug when the day was too long.
He was hoping it would be with Terry.
Terry's expression was slow to turn from a frown to a smile, but it lit up his entire face. "I'd like that."
"Yeah?" Dan was hopeful.
Dan grinned as he climbed to his feet and held out his hand. "Then show me to the lube."
Terry laughed as he took Dan's hand and stood. The man practically ran as he headed up to the second floor. Dan was thrilled when they walked to the room where he first met Terry. Somehow, it seemed poetic for them to take this next step in that room.
When they reached the bedroom, Terry stripped off his pants. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom out of his nightstand and tossed them on the bed then crawled to the top of the mattress and rolled over onto his back.
Dan swallowed hard when Terry licked his lips. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Terry reach between his legs and start stroking himself.
"Gonna join me?" Terry asked.
Dan couldn't pull off his jogging pants fast enough. He felt as if his cock was going to explode if he didn't do something. He parted his legs, stretching them apart until it nearly hurt. Wrapping his hand around his stiff shaft he began slowly stroking up, running his thumb over the top, then back down the side.
His balls were drawn up tight against his body and aching. His nipples were so sensitive that when he brushed them with his thumb he almost thought he would come from that alone.
Terry seemed to be in the same situation. His hand pumping fast on his nearly red cock. His head was thrown back on the mattress, his lower lips caught between his teeth.
Dan was entranced by the erotic picture Terry made. He crawled across the mattress towards Terry, resting himself between the man's spread legs. Pushing Terry's legs up to his chest, Dan grabbed the bottle of lube.
He squirted some out on his finger and pushed it into Terry's sensitive hole. Terry's body bucked as Dan began pumping his finger in and out. Every time he pushed in, he curved his finger, trying to catch that special spot. Once he had Terry squirming, groaning, and pushing back against his hand, Dan added a second finger and then a third.
When Terry cried out, Dan sat up and knelt between Terry's legs. He grabbed the condom and rolled it down his aching dick then smeared some lube on. Before Terry could protest, Dan lined his cock up with Terry's ass and thrust forwards, impaling Terry in one thrust.
Dan grabbed Terry's thighs, pressing them up to his chest again then apart. He looked down, watching himself move in and out of Terry's ass. He moved his hand down Terry's thigh, over his sac, to rest against his cock as he slowly moved.
"Oh fuck, baby, that's so pretty," Dan whispered.
Terry moaned again as Dan caressed the soft skin below his sac.
"Harder," Terry begged.
Dan leaned into Terry as his hips began moving faster and faster until his was nearly pushing Terry up the mattress. When Terry's legs wrapped around his hips, Dan brought his hands up and cupped his face, holding him in place for his lips.
Terry began moaning again, over and over, until it was just one long wail. His nails dug into the skin on Dan's back. His hips pushed back against Dan's. He arched head back as he cried out hoarsely as he filled the space between them with his release.
The tightening of Terry's muscles around Dan's pounding cock had him groaning. Another thrust and his felt himself explode, filling Terry to the brim until he collapsed down on top of him.
Dan's breathing was ragged. When he could pull two thoughts together, Dan pushed up on his arms to look down at Terry's flush face.
Terry just grinned at him, raising an eyebrow. "Nap time intermission?"