"Put your arms round him."
Phil hesitated, the very last thing he wanted was to be that close to his enemy.
From the scowl on his face, clearly Stuart felt the same way. But there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.
There was a ladder. Way up somewhere above their heads they could see the sky. It was no help. Stuart had been forced to back up against the ladder. Then his hands had been cuffed behind his back, attaching him to the ladder.
The gun prodded Phil in the back. Reluctantly he stepped forward, hands grabbed his wrists and pulled him hard up against Stuart. Phil winced as the cuffs closed around his wrists, holding him there. A chain was produced, and then Phil and Stuart were inescapably bound to each other and the ladder.
Finally with a last padlock they were left.
They were cheek to cheek and chest to chest, Stuart's left knee was between Phil's knees and his cock was pressed against Phil's hip. Shit... this IS EMBARRASSING. Stu tried to ignore the physical closeness. This was Phil. This mess was Phil's fault.
"Another fine mess you've got us into." Stu growled irritably.
"Me." Phil snarled. "You little prick, if you had just concentrated on what we were doing, instead of trying to score points. We would have picked them up."
"Little prick?" Stu threw the taunt out there, he was pretty certain that was a charge that Phil couldn't bandy around. "It's not me that's little." Without thinking he used the half inch of space he'd been left with to angle his hip just that bit closer to Phil.
Shit. Phil felt the warmth of Stuart's body through every inch of him. And damn if it wasn't having the most unexpected effect. His cock stirred.
"This mess is entirely your fault." Phil growled, a little desperately, he couldn't possibly want that. This was Stuart. His mortal enemy. They hated each other. They were in constant competition.
He could feel Stuart Turner's smirk. Pleased to have got a physical reaction from Phil.
Phil tilted his head back a little so he could glare at Stuart. The brown eyes stared right back into Phil's, the knowing smirk on Stuart's face calculated to annoy. Phil clenched his fists in fury. Fully aware that something in the taunting face in front of him was tugged hard at his libido.
Stuart moved his hip again, and dark desire rocketed through Phil. Suddenly he wanted to wipe that smug smile off Stuart's face. His gaze dropped to Stuart's mouth, just begging to be kissed.
Phil homed in like a heat seeking missile.
His tongue flicked across Stuart's lower lip, and the younger man gasped, his lips parted and Phil's tongue sought entry, Stuart moaned and yielded. Their tongues clashed and Phil slowed the pace a little, enticing, eliciting moans of need from his enemy.
He could feel the heat from Stuart's cock pressing against his hip, acutely aware of his own state of need.
NEED? SHIT?
He jerked back, breaking the kiss.
For a long moment they stared at each other. And a truth stretched out between them. Such a slender thread, Phil knew he could snap it with his bare hands.
But he didn't want to. He bent his head, for a second he thought that Stuart would try to evade him, the dark eyes were cool, watchful and wary; as their lips touched for the second time, and Phil drew his tongue over Stuart's lower lip, his "enemy's" eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted, allowing Phil access.
Phil let go of the rivalry. One last defiant flicker and that spark went out as he gently sparred with his rival.
Giving and receiving Stu struggled with the last remnants of his hostility. He tried to summon up something as Phil's lips and tongue gently teased his, but it was gone, lost in the gentle passion of Phil's kiss. He could feel the warmth of Phil's cock pressed against his hip, aware of his own burgeoning erection.
Phil's cuffed hands sought Stu's, and awkwardly their fingers entwined. Phil gently pressed down, his knuckles brushing the curve of Stu's backside.
"I want you," Stu whispered against Phil's mouth. Phil tightened his forearms around his partner. His body ached for release.
"Inside me."
For a second Phil thought he was hearing things, Stu was submitting to him. Even ten minutes before, this would have been a cause for a cocky celebration, but now all Phil could think of was the gift that Stu was giving him.