Warning! This story contains situations of an adult nature. Not so bad in this part, but the following parts DO contain Smut. This is surprisingly not a Babe story. This one's from the other side of my BabeTart muse. One for the MM.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, not making anything off of them. All praise goes to Miss Janet Evanovich for her wonderful characters.

Swinging Door

Act 1

By: Emerith

I had never before considered Hector a viable Merry Man, what with the fact that he's gay and all. But sitting here on the couch in his apartment, watching as he ran back and forth between his bedroom alcove and the bathroom, nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist.. I was beginning to see what men might appreciate in him.

He and Lester had invited me out to a club tonight to celebrate, "Finally getting my head out of my ass about Morelli" as they put it. I'd showed up at Hectors apartment a few minutes early, catching him just as he was getting out of the shower.

He'd kept his back turned to the living room the entire time he'd been running back and forth. Allowing me a chance to ogle him unawares. The dark honeyed mocha of his skin stretched taut across his back muscles a stark contrast to the white of his towel. Tattooed black designs weaved back and forth up his spine, lacing into intricate tribal wings across his shoulder blades that spread out and dropped back down the sides of his back, their single lone tips trailing low down his sides to wrap around the front and disappear with his slim hips into his towel.

The fact that he was gay was the only thing keeping my tongue from driving me across the room so it could lick up the drops gathering at the top of the towel and trace them clear back up to the bottom of his short spiky black hair. The gang tattoo on his neck wrapped around to the back of it, nearly colliding with the rest of the artwork on his back. My eyes followed the lines downward again, my tongue slipping out to glide along my lip as he bent over the bed to pick up his jeans.

While I was moistening my lips Hector spun around, jeans in hand, and stopped dead facing me. More tight black lines crept up from the front of his towel, weaving in tendrils around his belly button. I fought to drag my eyes up the ripple of his abdomen as my tongue finished it's trail around my lips, my eyes getting lost in the waves of muscle. A bolt of fascination ran through me when I saw the metal bars glinting at me from his nipples, I'd never seen him shirtless before and it was an amazing sight to behold. He must make some man very very happy.

I finally dragged my eyes up to his shiny caramel colored ones, not forgetting to note the teardrop that sat just below one of them. A tendril of fear spiked desire shot through my system and I felt a shock roll through my body.

There was Lust there! But Hector was Gay! Capital G!

I blinked thinking I was imagining things, when I reopened them my eyes settled on the tent in the front of Hectors towel and nearly rolled out of my head. I shot back up to his eyes and felt the fire of possibilities light down low. His eyes didn't meet mine though, they were busy scanning me from head to toe, I watched his pupils swell when they reached the cleavage of the corset I'd chosen to wear out. When his eyes came back to mine there was mischief there riding side by side with the lust.

"But.. But.. You're… Aren't you?" I stammered, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Not in a million years did I ever think Hector might be interested in fulfilling any of the fantasies he'd already starred in in my head.

"Chica? You should know better then to believe gossip. Just because Ranger walked in on me and Lester oncedoesn't make me gay. It just means I appreciate the beauty of sex without putting bounds on it. Besides, it's hard not to appreciate Lester's cock. None of the other guys think I speak ingles either." His voice was like thick melted chocolate with a healthy dose of Latin spice. Hector definitely needed to talk more often.

He crossed the floor space between his bed and the couch in a few easy strides, dropping the jeans on the floor as he went. When he stopped he was so close in front of me I could have reached out and touched the tent in the front of his towel, instead I reached my hand up and settled it in the one he offered me. As he pulled me to my feet the bare top of my chest brushed hard against the front of his towel, I could feel the bulge of his erection sliding against my cleavage through the towel , my nipples were hard by the time I was fully standing and pressed against his chest.

"Hermoso, su cuerpo está tan caliente que yo no sé donde empezar."(1) He breathed out roughly across my ear, and I had no idea what he'd said, but it made my body hum all the same. "Maybe a club isn't necessary after all, maybe we can just celebrate here, Si?"

I nodded my head dumbly, feeling his lips glide across the shell of my ear as my head moved. My breathing nearly halted all together when I felt his lips gently tug at the bottom of my earlobe.

"I've thought about having you retorcer desnudo on top of me for a long time Stephanie."(2)

Between the sexy half understood admission, and the husky Spanish inflection to his words my insides were floating and clenching and my knees wanted to sink to the floor. Before the first shudder had finished passing through me, Hectors thickly corded arm shot out and around my waist, pulling me the final distance so I was crushed against him.

He leaned me back over his arm, and before I could register another thought his lips, lips that normally look so thin and unforgiving, were suddenly caressing and demanding as they slanted across mine. I felt the pulse of blood throb through his cock through the towel and my tight skirt between us and nearly gasped at the intensity of his erection. I'd done nothing but eye him up across the room, and get dragged up his front, and already he was hot and thick, and making me hotter then any man I'd yet to share my bed with. My breasts were straining at the material of my corset, Hectors chest pressed tight against the laces in front, and the heat of his body seeping through to make my nipples ache.

He slowly removed his lips from mine, leaning back away from my body, holding me bent back over one arm still as the other came up from his side and ran a feather light line back and forth across the top edge of my corset.

I wouldn't have expected Hector to be able to hold me up, then again maybe I'm spoiled anymore now that I've started hanging out with the Merry Men regularly. Hector was on the small side compared to the rest of the guys. His frame was a bit smaller, but it appeared he still had just as much strength. I didn't find myself worrying when the arm around my waist shifted, keeping me perfectly bent backwards, but his hand came up from my waist, running up my spine and settling at the base of my neck as his eyes ran over me.

The hand that had been lazily running across the top of my chest suddenly dipped into my cleavage, softly outlining the curves of my breasts before slipping back out and wrapping around the end of the lace that tied the front together. A simple tug and he had undone the bow at the top of my corset. I watched with wide eyes as his fingers began deftly pulling the strings from their eyelets and he leaned forward over me.

His tongue darted out like quicksilver, leaving a burning trail across my collarbone before settling into the hollow at the base of my throat and suckling on the tender skin there. A gasp worked its way out of my lungs when I felt his teeth gently scrape across the front of my throat, and my arms moved of their own volition, one hand wrapping around the bicep of the arm that was supporting me while the other hand slow crawled it's way across his shoulders and inched it's nails up the back of his hair.

So there I was. In the middle of Hectors living room. Draped backwards over his arm like a rag doll. His arm wrapped up my back the only thing left holding my corset to my body while his lips scoured my neck and upper chest. And that's exactly where I was when the door flew open and Lester stepped into the living room.

Spanish translations:

(bear with me here, I use an online translator cuz I'm a white girl)

1: Beautiful, your body is so hot that I do not know where to begin.

2: Writhing naked

To be continued...