"So is he. Quinn is about to burst, Nathan. He feels so fucking hot against me. His dick feels so good against mine. Fuck us, baby, oh, shit, Nathan, he's so fucking-" Drew leaned his head back and roared Nathan's name, his orgasm started as Quinn's ended. The slick heat of Quinn's cum pushed him over again.
"Hey." It was Quinn's voice that filtered past the red raging haze that consumed his brain.
"Hey," Drew managed to reply sometime after he became aware of soft kisses along his jawline. "Is this heaven?"
"Close." Quinn flicked his tongue across his lips. "Hotter and stickier than I imagined, though."
"I can't move." Drew laughed, but it was true; he couldn't feel anything below his neck, and he was suspicious of anything above it.
"That's because Nate is crushing us with his big damn body." Quinn curled a finger around Drew's ear. "I told you he likes dirty talk. Makes him come hard."
Drew heard a grunt and Nathan fell onto the sofa beside him, his long, black hair soaked with sweat. "Shut up, bitches."
"And he's mean after a good fuck. Shit, baby, I didn't know you had it in you. We should have tried this sooner." Quinn rolled to Drew's other side, his slim body pressed against the cushions, his long, callused fingers swirling circles in the sticky liquid covering Drew's chest.
"Fuck you." Nathan laid his arm across his eyes as if that would shut out the last hour.
"Mmm, baby, if you think you're up to it," Quinn shot back, to which Nathan just grunted. "Told you he was mean. And you're quiet, or is it shock?"
"He's quiet because you get chatty after. If you would hush, he might say something." Drew heard the smile in Nathan's voice as he spoke and felt Quinn pout against his chest. This was nice. He didn't have to think or feel, all he had to do was lie here and listen to them banter. God, he loved this feeling of belonging to someone. "Does anyone hear bells ringing, or is it just me?"
They say all good things must come to an end, but Drew didn't expect it to be so soon. "It's my phone. Shit."
Nathan leaned over and fished through the clothes on the floor until he found Drew's jeans, and after two more rings, he handed the slim phone to him. There was no emotion in his eyes when Drew answered, "Walker."
He winced as he listened to the irate person on the other end. "I'm halfway back to DC now. I'll be there in the morning. No, I don't know where he is. On vacation with his family. If his department can't reach him, what makes you think I can? Prior history notwithstanding, I don't have his private number. I'll be there as early as I can."
He hung up, aware that Nathan's body had gone tense. "I've been ordered back to liaison with the Latino workers. Seems they won't talk to anyone but me."
"And the rest of it?" Nathan was already off the sofa and dragging on his jeans, his very demeanor changed with just one phone call.
"They need you to come back. They have questions about your investigation. Your people are refusing to cooperate. The lead investigator is a prick from Los Angeles. He thinks all us Southern boys are stupid and shifty. Personally, I can't stand him, but he's the best in these types of investigations. I'd wait an hour and call and check in with your dispatcher or something." Drew suddenly felt drained, tired-old. "I've got to clean up and drive back tonight. Could I get a ride to my hotel?"
"Yeah," Quinn replied. Drew could hear the disappointment in his voice. "I'll take you back while Nate checks in."
"It's just for tomorrow, Quinn, they're not calling him back to duty. They just want to talk to him about the case." Drew took a moment to stroke Quinn's jawline. He felt him shiver, but the disappointment in his eyes remained.
"I'll take him back, baby, you stay here." Nathan sighed, pulling his shirt on over his head. "Shop talk."
"I'm going back with you." Quinn sighed the same dejected sound that came from Nathan. "After I wash. Jesus, it's been years since I was covered in this much jizz."
"I'm surprised you remember any of your previous orgies." It wasn't exactly a dig at his lover's past experience, but Drew could tell the idea bothered Nathan.
"I wasn't always high, you know. Or drunk. Sometimes I was stone-cold sober. Sometimes I knew their names, most times I didn't. But that was an entire lifetime ago. And this is me and you." Quinn didn't smile as he spoke. Drew could sense his shame. "I was lost then, I'm not now."