Nick looked at Zak across the middle console of the SUV. "I can't believe we agreed to meet him."
Zak rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since they agreed to do this. "Its good for publicity, you know that," he said, taking Nick's hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it softly.
"You know he hit on you at the-"
"He did NOT hit on me, Nick," Zak cut him off. Nick grumbled under his breath. "But wouldn't it be hot?" he smiled devilishly at him.
Flinging open his car door, Nick ripped his hand from Zak. "No! It wouldn't!"
Zak sighed and got out of the car, following him into the IHOP. They spotted Tango sitting in a booth in the back with a nondescript black baseball cap on his head. He looked up as Nick slid into the booth, followed by Zak. "Hey," Tango said, obviously nervous.
"Hey, Tango!" Zak smiled widely. Nick continued to glare.
Tango looked up at him from under his eyelashes. "Hey, Nick."
Nick grumbled inwardly, but his heart melted slightly. "Hey, Dave."
The waitress came and got their drink orders, but the nervousness never left Tango. As she left, Dave pulled his glass of water closer to him, running his fingers down the outside of it, playing with the condensation. Nick watched, noticing just how damn feminine his hands were. He couldn't rip his gaze away as a single finger traced down the side, picking up the wetness as it went. Clearing his throat, Nick looked up to see Zak staring at him, a sly smile on his face.
Zak turned back towards Tango. "So you're interested in joining us on an investigation?"
Tango nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "I am. You know, we're on a break and I thought it would be a fun experience."
Zak kicked Nick under the table discreetly. Nick shot him a look of death from the corner of his eye. "What type of hunt were you wanting to go on?" Zak asked.
Tango shrugged, fingers still molesting his water glass. He looked up at Zak this time through his eyelashes and gave that Tango-patented smile. "I'll do anything you want me to do."
Zak was certain that if the waitress had not chosen that moment to drop plates of food in front of them, he would have dragged Tango out into the parking lot to the car, Nick be damned.
Nick watched Tango's fingers wrap around the utensils as he ate. His own food was barely touched as he watched the fork rise up to Tango's mouth, his tongue darting out and wrapping around the tines, sliding the food off slowly. Tango appeared to be intently listening to Zak ramble and Nick knew that he should too, but damn if the temperature in the restaurant didn't rise by at least ten degrees. He wished he had the digital thermometer on him. Suddenly the conversation stopped and both men were looking at him. "I'm sorry?" he said. Shit, he got caught.
Zak smiled at him, knowingly. "We leave Thursday right?"
Nick nodded, looking back down at his food. "Thursday, right."
The meal was finished with the details of their trip, Nick's gaze intent on his food so he could just escape the restaurant and the surprise hotness that was the forbidden Dave Tango.
Zak practically bounced back to the car, tossing the keys to Nick so he could drive home. Climbing into the SUV, Zak turned his gaze on him. "You were eye-fucking him."
It was Nick's turn to roll his eyes. "I was not!"
Zak grabbed the front of his shirt, practically dragging him across the middle console, lips crashing down onto his, tongue searching intently. By the time they separated, both men were breathing hard, hair messy, clothes wrinkled. "Home," Zak breathed.
As Nick turned the ignition they heard another car in the parking lot trying to struggle to life. "Wait," Zak said, his hand going to Nick's arm. "That's Tango."
Zak got out of the car and crossed the parking lot. Nick watched as he knocked on Tango's window and leaned down, resting his arms on the car. He couldn't help but peruse Zak's ass with the view he was given, but at the same time, he somehow knew Tango was perusing Zak's chest and arms and that strangely turned him on. Whatever he was saying to him, Tango was nodding enthusiastically and getting out of the car. Momentary fear struck Nick. Zak had a knack for convincing people of things. What the hell did he have on his mind?
Both men started walking back to the car. Nick noticed the swagger that had entered Zak's walk. He also noticed Tango watching the same swagger, Zak's hips swaying back and forth slightly, exuding confidence and victory with every step. Nick swallowed hard and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. He knew he was in trouble.
Nick got out of the car to meet them, Tango smiling sheepishly at him. "I told him we could give him a ride to the auto parts store, pick him up a new battery. Its old, won't take a charge, I'm sure of it."
Nick tried really hard to not roll his eyes again. "Yeah, sure, no problem."
Climbing in the car, Tango behind Nick in the driver's seat, Zak leaned over from the passenger, to tell him, "We just have to stop at my house for a second. I have to pick something up."
Sitting back in the seat and putting his seatbelt on, Zak glanced at Nick who was giving him a "what the fuck?" look. He just smiled and said, "Ready!"
Nick put the SUV into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. Zak kept the conversation going during the short ride back to his house as Nick tried very hard to not concentrate on the man in the back seat and what exactly Zak's plans for him might be. Those thoughts may be his undoing.
As they got out of the car in Zak's garage, Tango flashed his smile at Nick as they followed Zak in through the garage door. He was really starting to get annoyed with this hot guy from a paranormal group that was stealing their ratings. Nick tried to bring up everything about him that annoyed him. If his car hadn't of died, he would be getting laid right now. That's a big one.
But as Zak directed Tango to sit on the sofa, his soft, dark eyes dancing around the living room taking it all in, blushing when he caught Nick's eye, he couldn't be annoyed by him. The temptation to sit next to him and make small attempts at seducing him was strong. Just as he had made up his mind, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He excused himself and walked out to the back patio to answer it.
Nick would swear he was gone for less than 30 seconds. But apparently Zak Bagans works fast. Zak had Tango pinned sideways on the couch, hands holding his arms over his head, lips assaulting Tango's mercilessly. He looked up momentarily from his prey when Nick walked in, a coy smile spreading across his face. Tango craned his neck up, licking and sucking at Zak's neck before his assailant turned his attention back to him.
Not entirely sure of what to do, Nick sat in the easy chair across from the couch, watching the show. He had been hard before, but now his cock was raging against the zipper of his jeans watching his lover on top of another man. It was something he didn't think he'd ever find hot, but he also didn't think he'd ever find himself attracted to Dave Tango. Slipping out of his jeans, he tossed them carelessly behind the chair. Nick ran a hand down his chest to the bulge in his boxers as he watched Zak's hips roll forward down onto Tango's whose hips responded in their own upward thrust.
Zak sat up quickly, losing his shirt in a split second, and diving back down. His lips caressed Tango's pale skin as Tango's body danced beneath him. Soft hands traced Zak's arms around to his chest, pulling the larger man closer. Hands wormed their way up under Tango's shirt, pushing it up to his neck. Zak's lips moved down, molesting each nipple, tongue flicking each bud until they were red. Nick moaned across the room. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Zak saw him practically laying in the easy chair, hand caressing his cock through the thin cotton material of his boxers. Kissing his way back up to Tango's ear he whispered, "I think Nick needs you."
Zak stood up, letting Tango stand. Sex drunk, he slowly stumbled his way over to Nick, pulling his tshirt off over his head as he went. He watched as Tango knelt in front of him, licking his kiss swollen lips. Hands went to the waist band of his boxers as Nick lifted his hips. Discarding them, Tango ran his hands up Nick's legs, kissing along his inner thigh. Nick breathed in deep. He still wasn't entirely sure about this doe-eyed boy, but as hot, wet lips closed over the head of his cock, those doubts were quieted.
Nick's fingers dug into the upholstery as he glanced up, looking at Zak. An involuntary groan of need escaped his lips as he watched Zak's hand slide on his cock, his pants around his ankles, as the other hand rubbed circles on his chest. Zak groaned deeper has he watched Tango's head bob. Feeling a tongue swipe along the vein in his cock, Nick turned his attention back to the man on his knees in front of him. Brown eyes looked up at him as lips slid down his shaft, feeling Tango's throat open to take him all in. Nick pulled air deep into his chest, fingers desperately clamping onto the chair as Tango sucked. Zak moaned again, his hand working his cock furiously. A whispered, "Nick," escaped Zak's lips and Tango groaned at the twitch of the cock in his mouth.
Nick grunted, biting his lip, fighting the urge to take control. Tango was going way too slow to his liking, but he had to remember this was not Zak. Tango ran his hands up Nick's thighs as his head went down, sucking long and hard. His hand went to Nick's fist, clenched on the arm of the chair, pulling it over and placing it on the back of his neck. That was all the cue he needed. Wrapping his hand around the back of Tango's head, Nick pulled down as his hips went up. Loud, wet gagging sounds filled the air before he released. Nick's hips pistoned his cock deep into the willing throat. "Fuck, Dave," he groaned, watching his cock disappear between his lips.
Zak breathed out a low-pitched moan that Nick recognized all too well. He looked up just as Zak's thumb grazed over the head of his own cock, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned body. Two more pumps and hot, white cum spurted on his lower abdomen, hips rising in the air. Nick could smell Zak from the chair and his skin itched from being so far away from him. "Zak," he grunted. Tango swallowed around the head of his cock and Nick's eyes closed involuntarily. His hips stilled as his balls tightened. "Holy shit, Dave," he groaned as he felt his release wash over his body. Tango swallowed eagerly, pulling back as Nick's body went limp in the chair.
He stood up, licking his lips, to find his shirt. As he pulled the cotton over his head, Zak sat up to put himself back together. "Battery?"
Tango nodded, blushing slightly, but fully clothed. Zak grabbed his keys and both men walked towards the door. Nick didn't even register the "Bye, Nick," thrown at him as Tango walked past. Hearing the car start, Nick started to put clothes back on. Zak Bagans is a man of plans that are spontaneously created. Based on the events of the day, Nick was terrified of what might happen on the investigation. Choosing not to think about it at the moment, he stumbled his way to Zak's bedroom and collasped on the bed, falling asleep quickly.